A Cat: 1999-2016
It will be, I think, a long time before I stop looking for the second black shadow at dinner time coming with his tail high to get supper. Even if in fact, it had already been several months since he had done so. Or led the parade each evening to bed. Not sure why we have pets, we love them and they always, always break our hearts. I’m sure a philosopher or theologian has a reason, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I figure if a good Catholic-Anglican like C.S. Lewis can write the ‘Last Battle’ I’m not wrong in my belief, that soul with the golden eyes is still alive and still loved.
Good hunting, A, out there in wild woods.
A is on the left, B is on the right.
Acair Fearann 
Beautiful sentiment, nicely expressed.
Thank you
It must be dusty in here… beautiful. I’m going to miss him, silly boy.
To love is risk loss and hurt. But love we must, or die a worse death…
That earlier comment took off before I was ready! My condolences, my blogger-friend. We felt the pain of our pet’s loss for a long time after, though he was old and had a painful hip and we knew it was time. We love them, knowing that to love another is to risk loss and hurt. But love we must or die a worse death.
Cynthia,
Thanks. And how right you are.
I lost my little dog of 18 years several years ago and I still think of him often and fondly. I would not give up of the joy of his companionship to not endure the loss of his passing. But we do miss them.