Raven

In Loving Memory of our baby boy Raven. The boy with a heart so big, his body had to work hard just to hold all the love inside it. Raven wasn’t just a cat—he was presence. Ritual. Soul. He waited by the shower. He answered when called. He made biscuits at the head of the bed. He came into this life with caution and chose, every day, to trust. He loved string, and sunbeams, and the perfect balance of water pressure from the shower head made just for him to drink. He loved them. And they loved him so well, the world around them softened to make space for it. He was held. Understood. Spoken to in his own language. He was home, and he made them his. Loved by many. Known by some. Raven was a heart in motion. A whisper in the hallway. A soul who lived fully, even when his body couldn’t. He is missed. He is everywhere. He is always ours.