March 23, 1997 Saginaw, MI

At our house, I gathered a few remaining items. 

Once I thought I heard cat paws on the basement stairs. 

Another time I thought I heard a bird squawk. 

I looked for Oliver to be watching and waiting at the front door. 

I expected to see Maggie run-up to the fence. 

All just ghosts and shadows conjured up from habit and memory of time and emotion spent in that place.


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