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| Meditating on catnip |
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| Regarding tonight's menu |
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| Sleep, perchance to dream... |
Miso shared our lives for 19-1/2 years. Her health had begun failing for the past year, and she died in September. One minute, I held her in my arms, the next, she wasn't with us. Everything should stop for just that one moment but Life simply goes on. The frantic drivers blare their horns, crowds sun and run and giggle on the beach, hordes of movie-goers pack theaters and Holiday revelers shoot off fireworks to a New Year: all are oblivious that this small light is gone from our world. The house is terribly quiet and empty now. Sometimes, she saunters into my dreams. Occasionally, I think I see her out of a corner of my eye, padding into the kitchen or curled up in the corner by the heat register. She was a cuddly lap kitty, and filled our home with a special warmth.
