Monday, August 27, 2007


Just back from visiting Yahtzee. His cat of 19 years gave up the ghost last night. A bridge to our youth is broken.

1 comment:

Earth Dragon said...

My last cat also lived to be 19. I bought her as a Mother's Day present (for my mother) when I was 11.

Mom eventually split from Dad; my brother moved out; my Dad was on the road a lot; so I was left in charge of the house, my siberian husky, and the family cat.

She died the year I turned 30.

For days afterwards, I would still "see" her sleeping around the house. To this day, I don't know if my brain "placed" her in the various nooks where I was used to seeing her, or if some part of her spirit, so long a part of the house, simply refused to leave.

The images eventually faded, but not my memories of a fine, long term friend.

Send my regrets to your friend.