I am so tired of Death
Hi All,
Forgive the downer content of tyhis but I need to vent. I am so tired of death. I have seen so much of it the past few months. Four night ago my brother called to let us know that my sis-in-law's grandmother was in the hospital and she wasn't going to make it this time. It hurts to ;ose another person I loved. Betty, the grandmother, is a wonderful person. When I met her I kept forgetting her name so I asked can I call you "grandma: like everyone else? She laughed and said sure. so Whenever we met I'd hug her and say Hi Grandma how are you?
Now we are losing a truely wonderful person.
We have been surrounded by so much death lately. I am tired of it and even afraid to answer the phone in fear of hearing that we have lost another family memeber or friend.
Last night though something wonderful happened. I was lying in bed crying about Betty, when I heard a faint "mew". I looked down at my feet and a female cat I have named Missy who has never had kittens in the five years I have had her had deposited a fat healthy kitten aprox.two weeks old at my feet.As soon as she saw me pick it up she ran off coming back a few moments later with another, again dropping it on the bed near me and again disappearing. She repeated this twice more, bringing me her whole litter of babies. She laid down with them on my bed purring proudly and making sure I had examined each one. soon the rest of my furry "herd", as my brother calls them arrived and she was proudly showing them to my dogs and other cats. They all seemed to be celebrating her children, this little black cat who I seriously thought was sterile.
It was what I needed though.
Life does go on. Death is just a part of that cycle and just as important a new birth.
And to think a little black cat taught me that lesson.
Mistress_Safire