You know those annoying spaces in your house that seem to exist just to torment you, yet for some reason or another you can’t fix them? Mine has been The Cabinet. It’s a lower cabinet door that just barely blocks the doorway of my office, but served an important functional need: it housed the cat’s litter box. I always intended to take the door off the cabinet hinges, but never seemed to remember until it found my shin as I was rushing out the door to work.
But now that cabinet is an example of “be careful what you wish for.”
Italics is gone. After an unexpected and awful health failure, he’s gone on to what I’m sure is an afterlife of a really wonderful room full of couches he can claw without being scolded. The litter box is in the trash, and the cabinet door can now remain safely out of the way of my limbs as I rush by. I really wish it still needed to remain open.