Today was hard. It still is. Our sweet old tabby cat with the perfect ringed tail has enjoyed his last sunset. Although it’s his time and he’s led a charmed life I cannot remember a time I’ve cried so much. But these words, repurposed from a Dixie Chicks song, we’re one of the few things that helped:
Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waved good-bye
You know the light has left his face
But you can’t recall just where or why…
Choices we are given
Are no choice at all…
But you must always know how long to stay
and when to go
And there ain’t no talkin’ to this man
He’s been tryin’ to tell me so
It took a while to understand
the beauty of just letting go
I’m gonna let him fly…
May you rest in the perfect sunny spot where there is always a hand to pet you and abundant wet food Barney Horton Miller-Scribner-Paulson-Haughey.