How do you catch a comet with a fairy-tale white tail? How do you shoehorn poetry into prose? How do you do justice to a giant of glamour and grace? You don’t. You simply behold, breathtaken and besotted. And in the case of Faye, you hold your beloved even when she’s slipped your arms.
The kindest thing is often the hardest. Loving someone enough to set them free is often the kindest thing.
Of course he departed on the 4th of July. Of course the cat who cried “FREEDOM!” made us cry on Independence Day. Of course the king with a heart of fire rang his Liberty Bell with fireworks overhead.
Editor’s note: This week, Miyoko made her gentle journey into the endless dawn, surrounded by people who adored her. The following post, written before we knew time was so short, comes with gratitude to Miyoko, and to her extraordinary foster parents Bree and Todd, who jammed her brief stay with lifetimes of love.
The world is a lot less stardusted today. A great constellation has fallen: “great,” in every sense except size.
One impactful, epic, or soul-searing event can lead to a strong, clear, and lasting memory. More often, it is a collection of small occurrences that lead to remembrances that lead to a strong, lasting feeling or memory of a place or creature. With Melanie, it is a mixture of both that make up our collective […]
It was the height of foolishness to open my heart to a fifteen-year-old cat. It was also the closest I’ll ever come to wisdom.
Heartbroken preface: One of the gifts and hazards of writing this blog a bit in advance is that I can’t know what tomorrow knows. On the “yesterday” when these words hit the blank screen, Fiesta’s party prevailed at full volume. On the “today” when tears hit my keyboard, our tiny merry-maker has already gone on […]
I used to wonder why we always offer a “moment of silence” in the wake of tragedy. Why silence, when sound and fury seem like something more solid to offer? Why silence, when the inner impulse is increased intensity?
Heartbroken, necessary intro: When I wrote this post, seemingly a hundred years ago, and queued it up for this lovely random Monday in August, I had no idea it would turn into a “Forever Loved.” How I wish it were otherwise. But our treasured Heather left this world on Friday, 8/13. Love and grief are […]