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    Signs from Beyond Death

    Today’s post is going to be difficult. But I hope it will also be beautiful. And, more than anything, I hope it brings a little bit of hope to those who have lost someone. 🕯️ Yesterday morning, I lost Cannelle. In French, cannelle means cinnamon. And yes, she was exactly the color of cinnamon. A tiny, soft, warm piece of life, with that sweet little coat, like a breathing dessert. 🤎 My little Canelita. One of my three guinea pigs, or cavies, living at home alongside my three cats. She died in my arms. And it was unexpected. It was not a goodbye I was prepared for. It seemed like…