Today a friend told me about the loss of her cat. I felt sad for her.
Anyone who has ever had a pet and who also has warm loving blood bustling through their veins will tell you that a pet is like a member of the family. But this is not the only reason why a pets departure makes me sad.
The death of a pet marks the passage of time. We remember when they were small and fuzzier, we watched them grow (maybe while we also grew) and then enjoyed the gentle hum of their presence around our feet for years.
Their life frames a portion of our life that we can look back on like a chapter in a book or a ring in a tree.
The Melanie Years: So soft long haired and sweet, with tranquil kind-hearted joy we saw the world through her eyes.
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