Beneath the magnolia, we clasped hands and sang Amazing Grace. The sun was brilliant, I blinked against the brightness, blinked away the tears.
It's a sorry way to end a sorry year and, yet, so unsurprising. This is not to say that I think a black cloud is unfairly hovering, no, because what is fair? It is what it is and it is so so sad.
Our favorite cat took ill yesterday, the Sunday following Christmas, and did not survive the night. It was swift and has us left us all reeling. Because we all sure loved that little guy.
Oh, Binx. We can't even miss you yet because we can't believe you're gone.
It's a sorry way to end a sorry year and, yet, so unsurprising. This is not to say that I think a black cloud is unfairly hovering, no, because what is fair? It is what it is and it is so so sad.
Our favorite cat took ill yesterday, the Sunday following Christmas, and did not survive the night. It was swift and has us left us all reeling. Because we all sure loved that little guy.
Oh, Binx. We can't even miss you yet because we can't believe you're gone.
