Death, where is thy sting? Right in my heart, thank you! How can a cat, or a person for that matter, be alive one minute and dead the next? It really is that quick.
It was surreal to wrap Lucy the cat's lifeless body in a cotton towel, dig her grave, and bury her. I have done this before with other pets and I will do so again. What once was live, lives no more.
Loved ones, whether animal or human, die. It's that simple. And when they're dead, no life force is present. My hope is that we will meet again; my heart tells me that this is so.
This beloved cat was only seven years old; she died as the result of an accident in which she most likely slipped, while sleeping, from the kitchen table and cracked her neck under a heavy chair that fell with and on her.
Her brother/litter mate, Ricky; her cat sister, Gidget; and her dog sister, Ginger, as well as Jim and I mourn her. Grieving is another form of letting go; it sucks, but is necessary in order to go on. The Circle continues.