Well, I've gone from two dogs and two cats to 4 dogs in the past year. Jeff just found Seamus, my 12-year-old brown tabby in the back yard dead. No signs of injury. He is all afraid it died from being cold. I don't think so--he'd been out in much colder weather than it is here today. I worry that the big dog shook it or something, which you wouldn't see--they didn't get along. But, there is no way to know, so I will choose to believe something else happened. But I am sad, because he was the last remnant of when I had a happy, nuclear family who all enjoyed being with each other (at least as far as I knew), when we lived in Illinois, with all our work friends, the great neighbors, my play group, the pretty flowers and my beautiful yard, my women's circle, the kids' cool school...so now it is all totally gone.
Now I understand why I drew the Death card on Saturday. Well, if I choose to believe any of that has any actual tie with reality (agnostic until the end...).
Now I understand why I drew the Death card on Saturday. Well, if I choose to believe any of that has any actual tie with reality (agnostic until the end...).
The photo is of Seamus trying to decide whether to knit or watch TV...
7 comments:
I'm so sorry for your losses, all of them.
Des
Awww, rest in peace, Seamus. Suna, I am sorry for your loss. :(
Aw, I will miss Seamus. Such a sweet kitty.
(I got a really bad haircut today. Pics later if I find the cord for my camera.)
I'm so sorry for the loss of Seamus and everything he represented.
Sandy
I am sorry Seamus died.
Laura - who really needs to get back to blogging! ;/
I'm so sorry to hear about Seamus. I can relate to mourning the loss of something that held a connection with something in the past. :(
My worms were like that - they were a connection to that conference as well as a connection to certain former student families. ;)
Oh, Sue Ann, I'm so sorry to hear about Seamus's death. What a beautiful guy he was. You had him a long time and it must be hard to let him go.
I know what you mean about the ways this loss becomes so much greater. A 17-year-old cat of mine recently died who was the last cat from the era when my husband and I first moved in together. Part of the pain of course is that I miss her and that our house feels so lonely without her wonderful spirit, but I'm also grieving for all the other cats we had at that time (who preceded her in death) and even for the life we had then.
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