/lit/ - Literature

As you go down into the night, I will stroke your back.
My hand travels on your infinite fur, with each passing moment, I can feel it rise ever so slightly. Inch by inch, we part ways.
Soon, all I have left of you is a distant purr, slightly humming from a corner of my mind.
My memory of you may fade, but the happiness you brought me is eternal.
Have no fear, and step into the light.
In the house of God, too, you shall be the longest cat.