She came into our lives in September 2019, a soft, guarded whisper of love wrapped in fur. Three years old, and already she had known the ache of uncertainty…adopted and returned, again and again, as though no one had yet heard and felt her magnificence
But we heard it.
And she chose us.
From that moment forward, the house came alive with her presence. Her cute light paws padding across floors, gentle chirps and boisterous meows like thoughts made audible. Aubry didn’t just exist in our home; she filled every corner of it. She was in the kitchen while we cooked, in the bed when we slept, in the doorway if we took too long in the shower—her little voice calling out, not demanding (well, sometimes…she was the boss of the house after all), just… checking. Because she loved, and she worried.
She ate when we ate. She watched over us when we were sick. She made sure no silence was too empty, no moment too still.
She belonged, fully and completely. And we belonged to her.
If we argued, she’d meow until the person who should apologize did so. She adored sage, incense and cat broth. Singing in the bath tub was a past time and she never gave a damn how we felt about it. She was my admin assistant when I was working on the laptop and Reign’s gamer mate when they were going in.
Aubry was more than a pet. She was family. A companion. A healer. A witness to quiet moments, and a joy in loud ones. She had a gift of knowing when we needed her most. And when she was the one in need—when her body began to fail…she still sought us with her eyes, lifting her head to find reassurance. And we gave it.
Our sugar muffin, our champion, our pretty girl, the big boss who rules the home and let us live in it…Hell, yeah we gave it.
We were right there as she left this world, surrounded by light pets on the cheek, tears, laughter sun and birdsong, blankets and hands that had only ever touched her with love.
We told her everything she ever needed to hear:
That she was loved.
That she was home.
That she had been our joy, our heart, our little shadow of light.
Six years. It doesn't feel like enough. It isn’t fucking enough.
But what a beautiful six years they were.
Aubry, thank you.
Thank you for choosing us.
Thank you for trusting us.
Thank you for being you.
We will love you always.
And your pawprints will remain—quiet, eternal—on our hearts.
Rising From the Roots Copies will be shipped out on July 11th , 2025
(Goodies will be included ^_^)
It’s a reclaiming. It’s coming home to yourself after the world tried to exile you from your own spirit.
Rising From The Roots is a collection about survival, reclamation, queer girlhood, and ancestral healing. It’s a book for anyone who’s had to crawl back to themselves after being told they weren’t enough — a testament that we grow even in the darkest soil.
Writing this collection was both a cathartic and empowering experience for me. I wanted to create a body of work that not only reflects my own challenges but also resonates with others who may feel lost or disconnected. My hope is that readers find solace and inspiration within these pages.
Joy, love, anger, freedom, sadness, release and gratitude are all found in Rising From The Roots.
Release Date: June 24th, 2025
ISBN:978-1-7379460-7-6