posted by Gina
Stella Cat turned 16 in August. We brought her home from the pound when I was just a few months out of college, so small she slept in her food dish. She’s seen me through love, loss, divorce, uncertainty, joy, and a cross-country move. She is the love of my life. She is not doing very well this week.
The vet is cautiously optimistic, but I know that even if she comes home this time, I’m facing the reality of losing her in the fairly near future.
In many ways, for many of us, these loves are more personal, more profound, than any other relationships we have. For those without a pet, there are no words to explain this strangely deep and meaningful connection. The logical triviality of it (“it’s just a pet!”) doesn’t measure up to this kind of grief. Continue reading “On Loss, Grief, Cats, and Picture Books”
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