My “Recovery Cat” Would Never Recover

When Kali died, she took with her 16 years of secrets

She knows everything, my best friend told me when I said we’d decided to put our 16-year-old cat to sleep. She was right. Kali sat beside me when I couldn’t decide whether to return to New York and live with my then-boyfriend (now-husband) Ben. She overheard my deepest phone conversations with friends, fights and reconciliations, panicked all-nighters while studying at my intimidating Ivy League school, my miscarriages years later — and everything in between. Read More >