A letter to Ruby, my son’s sorely missed cat

I told him of your happy life, and that death came when you were ready: the letter you always wanted to writeI felt the need to buy you a tin. I chose a vintage pattern, a cheap Orla Kiely copy: cream, flowers with brown stems and green heads. Its lid was mint green. There was a moment when I told myself it’s what you would have picked, that you’d like the flowers. I quickly quelled this lie. You didn’t have opinions on patterns or prints. The alternative had rabbits on, and de