My cat died yesterday. Maggie was a sweet little animal who had been a part of our family for 14 years. I’m feeling sad today that she’s not here to jump up in my lap and purr while I pet her — one of our favorite things to do together.
And of course, you know I’m thinking about her death and death in general and what it all means when someone dies. When I die. And how that compares to living here on Earth, etc, etc, etc. I do a lot of deep thinking on a regular basis and this gives me much to contemplate.
But what I really want to share about Maggie is how much love she offered for such a small creature. More often than not she was eager to join me in our favorite rocking chair. She would greet visitors who stopped by the house and enjoyed making the rounds to meet everyone when we had a party. She was curious and loving and friendly. She was the friendliest cat I’ve had so far.
Her death process took some time, almost two weeks, as she lost weight and mobility. The other night I lay on the couch with her on my chest and stroked her boney body from head to tail. She was not able to do much at that point, but she did respond with a weak consistent purr.
I guess what I’m aware of most of all right now is how much love God has for me, for all of us. This is a Universe of Love. We’re surrounded by Love. Love which expresses Itself as a bright sunny day, as a warm and comfortable home, as lots of friends and family sharing compassion and sympathy.
Love which expresses Itself in my life in so many beautiful ways — and, for awhile, as a sweet little cat.