Wednesday, August 04, 2004

Goodbye Kitty

My phone rang at 6:30 this morning. I was sleeping, like I always am before the sun comes up, and I answered the phone knowing it probably wasn’t good.

Dawn had walked out to get the paper, and found DC, her 5 year old male cat, dead on her lawn.

I’ve taken care of it. His remains will be cremated by some of the best people I know.

The price we pay for love is loss, and the grief Dawn and her girls are going though is horrible, but a bargain price for the years of love, affection, and fun that black and white boy-cat brought them. Eventually, every relationship ends, and while death isn’t always the cause, it is the most final.

What I’ve encouraged Dawn to do is to remind her girls of little things DC used to do. Talk about the best of him. Think about him chasing their legs when they walked by, or how he would curl up under the covers on a cold winter night. Compare those memories to the pain of losing him. The joy he brought into their lives makes the current loss bearable.

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