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About four o'clock I was upstairs, and I heard the unmistakable patter of rain outside. Not a downpour, that wouldn't have been seemly. Just… rain. Just enough rain.

So we prepared a feast, to honor Shadow's memory. Y'know, the Irish have it right: weep at the funeral, laugh at the wake.

Salmon. Copper River King Salmon, in fact; a thick portion, dotted with butter and covered in Ginger Wasabi Sauce. Broccoli florets, with a smidgin of butter and parmesan cheese. Champagne (all right, it was Californian; sparkling wine prepared in the traditional style. It was Domaine Chandon Blanc de Noirs, which is pretty tasty stuff regardless of where it was grown) in crystal flutes.

Dinner was ready about eight o'clock, and as we sat down we looked out the back windows, to the east.

There was a full-arc rainbow, with a very very faint double.

Tears. Many tears, of sorrow and joy; Shadow was going home, on the Rainbow Bridge painted across our sky.

In the distance, we heard a gentle miaow, though no cat could be seen.

The salmon was delicious.

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