You pull her into a hug before things have time to get more awkward. Her fur fills in between your fingers and her spicy smell fills your nose. Of all the things you’ve ever hugged she was the most huggable. She wasn’t exactly a plushie because she had a skeleton and an athletic build, but she was very soft and pliable where it counted. And she could hug back. She stays in the hug for a while, almost as if building up courage for what was coming next. But the inevitable happens and you eventually break the embrace.