Cat died today, faithful felon of old: my foot warmer, security blanket, and endless friend. I’m unprepared for grief. Let the cat in, let the cat out is no longer a routine in my life. As day breaks with morning’s new sunrise, I will ponder how to fill the empty corners.
“O death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is your victory.” I Corinthians 15:55
With cat’s passing I consider death and loss: the unborn, the war orphan and the unexpected loss. I’m told we shall not all sleep, instead be changed. This soul will be given a new body. I will weigh the balances of life and death.
As days and weeks melt this grief, I choose to move forward. Embrace someone who suffers more than I. Grasp the hope of each new day. Yet, in the crook of some days I’ll page through the memories of cat and I… cat died today.
Yes, it goes very deep every time. This is the first time that we have been without a cat in the house with us, and I miss them a lot. I think about the cat lady in “The Great Divorce” with all her pets and animals she helped in her life brought back and dancing around her as she traveled through the meadow, and I trust to see them all again, without a terminal time any more…
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