In a blink, they were no longer human, but cats. Lucy’s fur was gray, matching her hair, while Harold’s coat was black, like his youthful eyes. They looked at each other, blinking in surprise, then with a soft purr, snuggled together on the couch.
The world seemed different now, bigger, yet full of the same love they’d always shared. And as they curled up in front of the fire, they realized that age hadn’t taken their joy—it had simply transformed it into something new.
