By Taylor Weik
Mornings and evenings now require warm sweatshirts and jeans, restaurants and cafes at the University Town Center have more business than...
Breakups are the worst. The crying, the heartbreak, the exchanging of sweatshirts and toothbrushes left behind in the aftermath.With the memories of your happier times as a couple burned into your brain, it is amazing that we continue to survive our breakups.Then you realize that once again, you are single: numero uno, riding solo, drumming to the beats of your one-man band.
In one of those happy and idyllic moments that can be tainted by neither time nor maturity, I remember her soft, heather-gray fur brushing against me as a gentle purr emitted from her throat. Her paws began doing what I like to call “num nums,” her toes flexing in and out to the beat of her soothing purring.