Thread, well, at 7:15 am Saturday it will have been a year since we lost Nusto, our eldest cat. I was saying to my wife a couple of weeks ago that it was the first time my heart ever broke. She was a very special cat, and we still miss her and think of her every day, but with the passing of time the thought of her more often brings a smile to my face than glassy eyes. I know there are some who will think "but its just a cat," but she was much more than that to us -- so difficult to explain.
Those of you who are into such things, please say a prayer or a few kind words for her tomorrow morning.
This poem by Colleen Corah Hitchcock made me feel somewhat better about everything.
Ascension
And if I go,
while you're still here . . .
Know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure
-behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me, so you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
-both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
. . . I will be there.
And here is something we posted for her last year:
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