How my Cat’s Limp Turned Me into an Ood: A Meditation

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I feel my heart drop as soon as I see her walk down the hall, limping. My heart stays down, dropped below the arc of my ribcage. The heart is vulnerable there, outside the embrace of sternum and lungs. I can’t worry about that yet. There is a creature who hurts and who relies on me for its care.