The pet I’ll never forget: Harvey, the most human of cats who helped me through grief and illness

H arvey came into our lives during a year of loss. It was 2004, and my grandmother had just died, quickly followed by our beloved cat Skeet (Manx English for “nosy”). With the family thrown into mourning, the house became eerily quiet and still, and my mother was grieving....

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