The Ancients stayed close to Nature, thought with her, and without extraordinary contrivances, they played with matter.
--R.A. Schwaller de Lubicz
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.
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