31/07/2021
Mama my gentle giant black cat of 18 years, with golden eyes took her last breath this week.
I watched her basking in the sun, lapping water with her head to the side so weary, old and fragile, and yet she kept holding onto life.
Ah yes, we too in this body of ours we hold onto life even when we are facing death.
My heart was filled with love and tenderness, and longing to ease your suffering.
And yet I didnt want to let go. So one evening I sat next to you and asked "Mama, is it time to say goodbye? Tell me what should we do?
At this moment she put her paw on my hand as if to say..please yes, let me go. I am a shell of the cat I once was. I want to be free."
And so I knew what to do. The next day we prepared your carrier box for your final journey.
Upon our arrival I all I could do was weep and thank you for so many years of unconditional love.
Now there is an empty space where you once slept and when I close my eyes I imagine you frolicking in the wind, with your spirit sister Lulu, together again like you once were as kittens...
