Today I feel both emotionally and physically drained. I am going to bed now. Thanks for all your thoughts and words. I know you all know I feel, it's like an important part of me is gone forever. I love my cat. She is similar to me in many ways. Here is a lovely poem:
The Cat's Song
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness. My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing milk from his mother's forgotten breasts.
Let us walk in the woods, says the cat. I'll teach you to read the tabloid of scents, to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt. Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.
You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends, says the cat, although I am more equal than you. Can you leap twenty times the height of your body? Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?
Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch. My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard. My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings walking round and round your bed and into your face.
Come I will teach you to dance as naturally as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long. I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers. Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word
of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
I lost my dog in January. At first I was constantly reminded of her missing. And I still think of her every day. She was a part of my life for almost 12 years.
We are famous for "Stockholm syndrome": "Q: Hey, what's up with Matt? His Dad is on social security, his mom got laid off, his sister's kids get free school lunches, he collects federal financial aid for college, and he only makes minimum wage working at Walmarts. Yet he keeps talking about how we need to cut taxes for the wealthy and quit spending so much on social programs. A: Yeah, he thinks he's going to be a millionaire soon. He's got Economic Stockholm Syndrome." (Urban Dictionary)
Post by raspberrybullets on May 4, 2014 0:48:56 GMT
I'm really sorry CB.
The sight filled the northern sky; the imensity of it was scarcely conceivable. As if from Heaven itself, great curtains of delicate light hung and trembled. Pale green and rose-pink, and as transparent as the most fragile fabric, and at the bottom edge a profound fiery crimson like the fires of Hell, they swung and shimmered loosely with more grace than the most skillful dancer. ~ Northern Lights
Chris found her first. He didn't tell me anything, just lead me to the hill where he already dug a hole. He had Didi inside a box. When he opened the box and revealed Didi's body, I realized she was gone and I screamed and held her in my arms: she was still warm. I kept screaming 'what happened? what happened?' I saw Didi's tongue stuck out, so I opened her mouth and put it back, then I heard a small noise coming from her: the last sound I ever heard from her (I think it's some air released from her throat). But for a moment I thought she was still alive. So I kept her closer and called her. But her eyes weren't her any more. There was no life. And I was sure she has left us. I still have tears in my eyes when I recalled the moment. I wish she knew how much I love her and miss her.