Forever Loved: Checkers
Checkers would never tell you this himself. But with tears in our eyes and white fur on our jeans, we need the world to know. Checkers was a king.
Checkers would never tell you this himself. But with tears in our eyes and white fur on our jeans, we need the world to know. Checkers was a king.
Timid poet, you asked so little of life, and always politely. Life smiled every time it said your name.
When laughter gives me courage, I will think of Tucker. When I remember the silliest hearts are the strongest, I will think of Tucker. But today, I’m not ready to think of a world without Tucker.
Love has no coupons to give. Love knows nothing of discounts. Love asks everything, but somehow, it does not leave us empty.
I am not supposed to be writing this, and you are not supposed to be reading it. But we are not in control.
To love Angelo was not to love “a cat.” It was not even to love “a white cat of ample size.” To love Angelo was to love several smiling universes, smuggled into one feline form.
Gasp at fireworks. Squiggle veggie dogs with catsup. Frolic through the sprinkler. Give thanks. Just remember: at Tabby’s Place, every day is Memorial Day.
Penelope was loved. Penelope knew love long before she first graced our doorstep. I have no doubts that Penelope knew 16 years of love before her arrival here.
I’m sorry, NASA. Forgive us, Planetary Society. But there is no “path of totality.” We have this on authority greater than Galileo. Her name was Unicorn.