Elvis is lost. How do you explain to a cat his best buddy isn’t coming back?

I miss Ziggy so much. It’s been three days and the grief just gets worse. He was the best good boy to ever walk the earth.

I hope this email never finds you. I hope a single shaft of light pierces the broken ceiling, giving life to saplings and ferns. I hope the old computer went dark years ago, and the office smells of moss and wild spores. I hope that you are free.