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.