Vera had another cat, a larger cat like a serval, and it has died. She asks me if I want to pet it one last time, and I say no, that's ok. I try to explain - my first thought is that I don't like to pet dead cats (*), but I don't feel like that's a good thing to say in her time of grief, so I try to explain... I didn't really know that cat, it was rather shy and we didn't really get close.

We're outdoors at something like a graveyard, and we have to go home. We're all taking different vehicles, and I thought I might have to ride on the back of a motorcycle and carry Bella on my lap, which seems a little sketchy, but it turns out we'll be riding in the back of a car, so that's better.

(* reminds me of when my cat Vita was put down; after she had expired, the vet asked me if I'd like to spend a few more minutes with her, and I was like... no, she isn't here any more, I don't really want to spend time with a dead cat...)