All crouched down, tentatively extending a hand to the recently deceased cat’s spirit. The spirit mewed plaintively and sniffed All’s hand, not yet realising that such earthly senses were lost to it now.
All sighed in pity, noticing the ribs showing in the mange – ridden body. The cat had been a stray, like so many of the neglected and lonely spirits All brought into The Family. All too was a stray, of sorts. That’s why The Family had been started in the first place. To give all the forgotten and lonely souls a place to belong and be accepted. Something that had been unattainable for them in life, but now was offered to them in death.