Zoe died in November and I received this in the mail yesterday.

I thought Arthur would cry as I answered “yes” to his question “Is this really an imprint of her paw?” He cradled it in his palm as if it were the rarest of fragile Fabergé eggs, and the look on his face echoed the disbelief and pain that have -for the most part- remained hidden since her death.

A little bit of her come home, but no match for the pawprints she left on our hearts.

Zoe’s footprint