It might be a bit morbid, but yes, all things die. I am saying this because, my dad just passed. My mom 2 and 1/2 years prior.
Yet, the world left behind still moves on. However hard it may be for the rest of us.
Tigger and Mishi, dad and moms cats, are staring at me. What is to become of us, they silently ask.
I stare into their eyes and see the hurt. Understandably so.
If someone tells you that animals don’t know what is going on, then they are lying.
Mom and Dad’s cats knew. Their humans were now gone.
I did the best that I could in consoling them; while I too was reeling from the pain of their deaths.
Each day I would go over to my childhood home, and the only home they knew, letting them know that they are not forgotten.
That they are loved.
So, in keeping with my promise whisphered to mom and dad, a few weeks were spent rearranging our lives.
Converting our home and fixing a space to make it right.
With carefull planning and kind jestures as to alleaviate stress for everyone involved.
However hard it may be, we all just move on.
2026-06-11