...lonely...

But the fact that I can’t speak to her doesn’t stop her talking to me, talking like she always has, making up for my silence. She’s telling me what’s going on in her life, what’s bothering her and how lonely she feels. “I know pet,” I want to say, “but you’re not really lonely are you, if you’re talking to me?” But she wouldn’t be able to hear even if I really could make myself heard. But maybe she hears me talking to her, now and then, just like I used to do. I hope so, I really hope so.