We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we would still live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan….
— Irving Townsend —“The Once Again Prince”
Each time is exponential. Every loss is that loss plus all the losses that came before. And always the questions: Did I give up too soon? Did I wait too long? What could I should I didn’t I do?
Each time is a cat-shaped hole in my heart. My heart is more hole than substance. It will heal, leaving another cat-shaped scar behind. Soon enough the memory of life will exceed the memory of life’s end, and I will be able to remember with joy rather than pain.
No pet should depart life unmourned, just as no pet should live life unloved. I have loved yet again, and now I will again mourn. It is the fragile circle, and I could live no other way.
I will miss you Daisy.