losing favorite cat

I can't believe how wonderful and understanding you all are! And to read your stories of your sweet babies, too, makes me feel even more like I know you all. Grieving is a lot easier when you don't feel alone.

Robin, I love your poem. Thank you for the gift. I hope Tommy and Scooter meet up, too! Wouldn't that be great?

Sherrine, I'm sorry that Sabra went in a way that still bothers you, but I'm sure she knew you were doing the best for her that you could because you loved her so much. I think in a lot of ways, they are wiser than we are.

There's a poem by Henry Beston that I love:

“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature, and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.”

Debbie

Donna, I completely agree!

Debbie