My cat Nardo would wait until I was covered up and almost asleep before reaching out slowly and poking me in the nose.
He’s gone now, and I miss him.
For the first few days, I’d hear him jumping up on the bed, or I’d think he was about to poke me in the nose.
Nope. Just a ghost.
When I broke my arm and took very strong opiate-based painkillers, I had vivid dreams, and I hoped I’d dream him.
Nope again.
But last night, our cat Bruwyn poked me in the nose. And that’ll have to do for now.