Suley died this morning. Just one week after his brother. I can’t believe it. I lost them both in one week. The whole litter is now gone. My darlings are gone.
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
I am so sorry. Losing pets is hard and painful. And to lose both that close is just terrible. Grief sucks.
You know, Claire, it’s all right. The love you gave and received is imperishable, at least as long as you live. I’m not a pet person, though at the age of seventy-four I’ve had my own losses. But those we’ve lost, human and otherwise, live on in us. There are times, for instance, when I overhear myself and think: Omygod, I sound just like my father! You’ll have similar, albeit cross-species, epiphanies. Anyhow, I’m sorry for your trouble. God rest their feline souls.