2012, still

Blaine is laughing.

"You would not believe what Lillie did. So after I finished telling you about Puck in a dress, Lillie arrived at the graveyard. And guess what? She was carrying the tabby cat!

- Is this yours, Blaine darling?

- I would've told you if I had a cat, Lillie.

- Oh, of course.

She walked away without visiting her husband, only to return an hour later. Normally, she'd scoff at me for staying for longer than an hour at your tombstone, but she was beaming. Turns out she's been to animal shelters.

- Apparently this little puff has no home, Blaine!

She sounded indignant.

- There are no missing cat posters to be found in the area, so I used that Google thing you young people are so fond of. There's no cat that went missing in Westerville and surrounding cities.

She scowled and raised a furrowed brow. I agreed with her.

- That's… unfortunate. A poor cat living on the streets and there's no one missing her.

We already came to the conclusion that she was a street cat. No collar, very thin, and she kept hanging around your tombstone.

- So I decided to adopt her!

She was dancing with the cat. She was so happy. I guess she's been kind of lonely lately. I heard that her son lives in another state.

She dragged the cat along to her husband's grave, probably to introduce her. Oh man, I love pets. I wonder how Eloise is doing, but I haven't been at your house in years.

I got up, ready to leave, when she yelled to me.

- I called her Daisy, for Logan!

I'm touched. You would be too, since you also adore animals.