Dear Ken, Because you said you understood -Late this afternoon my kitty died. I'd gotten her to the vet's office earlier today, but she was just too weak and they couldn't help her enough in time.
I feel very private about sharing this, yet... this is what's next.
Some voice of mine says "she was just a cat" and "how can I equate this sadness with others who've said goodbye to the dearest of their own family, friends and lovers", yet - feelings do not measure life this way do they?
She saw me very closely, yet could understand little. You see me, more distantly, yet understand.
I miss her and am filled with sadness. I will do my best - to let sadness be, and if this is my faith - next - to let you see. This too.
She was my companion for over ten years.
I love you, Neil
April 2000, that was the moment changing my stride.
In early April of the new year 2000, on a warm bright afternoon, my cat died. The streets growing with commuter traffic, another day, another race to home, to shopping, to where folks hurry to go - and not knowing me, not knowing about one cat that died. I sat in my car, quiet within the landscape of motion, only minutes past the phone call telling its' brief story and "sorry" to say. Sadness was marking the line of me. I welcomed this last of her, anything within my reach. One wish - what honor to do of this relationship now halved in me? What word? What deed? Thus came this website to be.
