What he curled up with when we put him down. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
Rescued from the sidewalk at the end of the birthday no one remembered. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
The lens through which I saw the world for 592 days. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
The last one of the season, picked before he could pollinate it. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
35mg during a fit of sobriety. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
Left over from the last time I quit for good. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
Gifted back when he still thought about me. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
They couldn’t stay kittens forever. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
Her dead mother’s lipstick (it looked better on me). Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
The last Christmas ornament my grandmother sent me. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
The sock he couldn’t find after our first fight. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
What I was gripping during the intervention. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
The wedding cupcake, smashed by a vodka bottle in the freezer. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe
I pretended they weren’t mine. Photo credit: Amber Crabbe