I know the exact time and date. Saturday, January 2, 2016, at 2:30 p.m. I have a permanent reminder of it in a corner of my back yard. But here I am, two years after D-Day, wondering how it could be 2 years ago. My 6-year old nephew asked me what Patricia was and if she died. He knew her - the brown and white classic tabby with a brick-red nose and green eyes. Now he seems to have forgotten the girl I sometimes let him pet with supervision. After beling left alone, I asked myself, "Has it really been two years?"