The Spirit of My Cat

Almost exactly a year ago, my cat died. Here's what I wrote about it at the time:

1/11/05
We buried our cat today. She was fifteen years old and had been ill for a while-- frail and fragile and not eating very well. I knew she was dying. I thought I was ready for the day, but when she didn’t come home yesterday, and then last night, with the rain coming down in torrents, my heart prepared for the worst.

I thought about her all day at work . . . [Continued on Artful Journey]