Some perspective on losing your cat

I had a loss around the same time as another breeder who is a friend and we exchanged a couple of emails

here is the text of a response which I hope adds a little comfort:

"Well I think I have an idea what you mean.

The way I see it  life is where it is sunny and clear and there are well defined pleasures and you can dream of sitting in a field with all friends present and enjoying themselves.

Each of us is pulled from the fog into life or we find our way out of it into the grassy sunny or thorn riddled field of life.

Sometimes on the way in or out we might unexpectedly fail and slip back. In any case we go in and out of the field by ourselves, but sometimes can be called out or pulled out by need and the love and affinity that we have previously seen and heard from others.

We never really lose each other, but we do lose track - the fog obscures.

Each one you have ever known and need or love in life in coming and going is near to you and drawn and tied to you.

You simply have to recognize them when they come back or you do, and forgive the loss of clarity from the fog.

It's less romantic and somewhat more disturbing than a dream, but life and death often are.




Nevertheless truth holds comfort in it's telling and hearing."