Even in the midst of preparing for Christmas, life and death issues take up a large part of every day. . . and so today, we said good-bye to our wonderful kitty Jesse. Jesse was not old, perhaps middle-aged, but not old, but his death - just as that of his brothers Joshua and Jonas - came quickly, seemingly out of nowhere. We suspect that the brothers had some congenital heart or kidney condition that took them away far too soon.
As a very young cat, Jesse was aloof, preferring the company of other cats to that of humans; as he got older he certainly welcomed me into his circle of friends. He loved sitting in the window and was always one of the first cats at the food dish.
Last night he sat on the window seat, staring at the fading day. He had a faraway look in his eyes and leaned against my chest when I picked him up. I think we both knew that would be our last hug. "See you at the bridge," I promised. And this morning he was gone.
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