June 22nd, 2007

Life Goes On

Bilbo set sail for the west this morning.
He was 17. He had been sick for a long time.
He lasted a year and a half after the vet said there wasn't much they could do for him.
He could still take satisfaction in a comfy lap or a nap in the sun or a can of turkey and giblet dinner.

He wasn't my first cat or my best cat or my favorite cat, but he was a living thing that shared my home and I will miss him.

He was my last living link with my mother (except for the Christmas Cactus, I guess.)

As there is comfort in hard work I will go and scrub down the bathroom where he spent his nights.

Then I will blow my nose and wipe my eyes and hug Katie and Fuzzbucket and the Christmas Cactus.

Life goes on.

GHR
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