I’ve been thinking about death lately--not from any sort of morbid ponderings, but simply as a way of dealing with the fact that Miss Polly, my alarm cat, will be 16 in five more days. When she came to me as a little rescue kitten, I couldn’t believe we’d have this long an association or that she’d become as much of a treasure to me as she is.
I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do when it’s time for her to go.
The first time a cat of mine died, there were ten others to ease my grief. Gradually, over the years, the numbers have dwindled, and now there are only two. It feels a bit like Agatha Christie’s amazing mystery And Then There Were None.
Just when I was beginning to get a bit depressed, though, I came across a quotation from Rabindranath Tagore (the one who wrote, “God respects me when I work, but God loves me when I sing”) that I'd written on a stray piece of paper -- there are a lot of those in my house...:
"Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle.
It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.”
I’m going to see a candle every time I look at Miss Polly from now on--for as long as I have with her until she passes into her special day.
p.s. Remember to look for the Super Moon tonight!
BEEattitude for Day #571:
Blessed are those who appreciate the bees around them, for they shall feel a part of something bigger than themselves.
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