Tue, 14:07:
Laney wrote this beautiful poem
"For Shanti"
the color of snow, not city snow
but pure white as the flakes that fall on a prairie
and that calmness too
purring and squinting because she feels safe
finally closing her eyes and settling
close enough to feel the warmth of her human
her sweetness lingers all around
on top of the slippers where she loved to rest
as if her molecules still whisper
in our household and in our hearts
