Morgan
As I was taking some dishes out of the dishwasher this morning, I removed a ceramic pet water bowl and then a plastic food dish. This plastic dish was something that my wife had gotten from Disney World when we were there last year. It has bright pictures of Disney movie cats on it (except That Darn Cat...an odd omission I thought).
Of course, when you take things out of the dishwasher it is traditional to put them away where they belong. I paused and my mind stared at the dish stumped for a brief moment. This dish belonged to our cat Morgan who died a week ago today.
She was an older kitty, around 19 years old, which is about 93 human years, so these last years with her were precious. Expecting an eventual death is one thing but it only eliminates the sudden shock; it doesn't stave off the sense of loss or the mourning.
So, I as looked at this bowl and my mind caught up with me and turned to the rest of the dishes, memories and feelings of her passed through my heart and head and turned into tears.
There was no place to "put it away", so I set it down on the counter.
My wife and I were with her when she passed. It is not proper nor necessary to tell too many details, but suffice it to say that as my wife held Morgan cradled in her arms, the look in Morgan's eyes turned from concern and confusion into surrender, acceptance and Love.
Being late in the day, we left the lights off and raised the window blinds so she could see the dusk rest on the desert one more time.
Still purring, her eyes looked past the desert, beyond the twilight and towards her own journey of Beauty, Silence and Infinity.
God willing, we will find each other again some day.
Rest assured, I'll have her dish with me.
Of course, when you take things out of the dishwasher it is traditional to put them away where they belong. I paused and my mind stared at the dish stumped for a brief moment. This dish belonged to our cat Morgan who died a week ago today.
She was an older kitty, around 19 years old, which is about 93 human years, so these last years with her were precious. Expecting an eventual death is one thing but it only eliminates the sudden shock; it doesn't stave off the sense of loss or the mourning.
So, I as looked at this bowl and my mind caught up with me and turned to the rest of the dishes, memories and feelings of her passed through my heart and head and turned into tears.
There was no place to "put it away", so I set it down on the counter.
My wife and I were with her when she passed. It is not proper nor necessary to tell too many details, but suffice it to say that as my wife held Morgan cradled in her arms, the look in Morgan's eyes turned from concern and confusion into surrender, acceptance and Love.
Being late in the day, we left the lights off and raised the window blinds so she could see the dusk rest on the desert one more time.
Still purring, her eyes looked past the desert, beyond the twilight and towards her own journey of Beauty, Silence and Infinity.
God willing, we will find each other again some day.
Rest assured, I'll have her dish with me.
posted by Cool Water William @ 12:58 PM
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