One of Tamar�s cats died suddenly Sunday morning. Heart failure. He was a beautiful, stately eight year old man with long soft orange fur. It is always, for me, a hard time when a family pet dies, whether it be mine or one of my children�s. After my last dog, Katie, died, I didn�t think I could go through another doggie death. And maybe I can�t. I am still dogless. The empty space the animal�s absence makes is so big. I never quite stop grieving for my pets. It is strange that we keep getting more�dogs, cats�knowing full well that they have a limited life span, will die, in the scheme of things, sooner usually than we will. But the joy of those few years, the intense companionship they give, must be worth it. We keep doing it over and over. I'm still thinking on it.
Posted by leya at July 21, 2005 07:49 AMPeople die, too, but we give birth nonetheless, bring people into the world, knowing we may one day lose them. Loss is part of life, I think. That doesn't quell the grief, but neither does it negate the joy people and creatures, all living things, bring into our lives. I would hate my life without that joy.
Posted by: Tiny Coconut at July 22, 2005 03:31 PMWe do all die, for sure. And the most painful is when the natural order of things is disrupted and children die before their parents. But most pets have a known shorter life span than humans. I agree, TC, we need to experience the joy of living and so much of that comes from the people and creatures in our lives.
Posted by: Leya at July 22, 2005 04:11 PM