It’s a small zine, but it’s one that holds a very special memory for me.
When my cat passed away, I cried myself to sleep beside her. As I drifted off, I could almost hear her gentle purring. And the next day, a little gecko started living by my front door, as if keeping watch over the house.

Even after her death, there were moments when I still felt her presence somehow.
Death had always seemed like something frightening to me, but maybe it isn’t only that.
This zine captures that memory.