Today as memories of friends now departed wash over me I feel myself drowning.
Not out of a sense of pity, or worse, self pity.
Just out of a knowledge that I have swum as far as I can swim.
I feel most of us live as shipwrecks cast upon foreign shores.
Our dreams what ever they were (did we really have them?)
litter the beach of our lives like trifles after a storm.
I have no complaint.
Twice today have I felt honest headbanging love from two cats, one born here, the other adopted after the death of a cat I much loved.
That’s a lot more than I hoped for starting out.
–Reg Hartt (Thoughts on the death of Bobby).
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