Awww, that is so heartbreaking and sweet. Love is always worth the loss that will inevitably come to at least one of the loving parties in almost every relationship. It doesn’t always feel that way in the moment of loss. But it does later, when there is time to reflect and appreciate all of the great moments that were had within that relationship. Love endures. Love heals. And it provides the foundation that makes our lives whole and worthy.
That was such a lovely read. My childhood cat Cotton passed away 2 weeks ago, she was 16 years old. She had such a full life and was loved every minute of it. My heart was breaking as she got older, her meowing got weirder and her fur turned not-so cotton like. Yet she was still so full of life, making biscuits on our lap until she fell asleep. She was the sweetest grandma (even though she never gave birth, she loved human children so much) until the day she passed away in her sleep. That kitten taught me so much in her 16 years. She taught me how to love.
Gorgeous writing. The reframe of timing as destiny is profound, especially when paired with the reality that the alternative would've meant no chance for him to chose love again. I lost my own cat last year and struggled with similar guilt about being relieved it happened when I was home. But that guit maybe misses the point, it's grace not coincidence.
That was beautiful, thank you. I’ve lost my mom, my dad and my husband. I live with my cat. He’s a Ragdoll we bought two months before my husband passed. He’s my constant companion, just he and me, my shadow. I say the same thing, never again. The loss again will break me. But after reading this, maybe not.
Awww, that is so heartbreaking and sweet. Love is always worth the loss that will inevitably come to at least one of the loving parties in almost every relationship. It doesn’t always feel that way in the moment of loss. But it does later, when there is time to reflect and appreciate all of the great moments that were had within that relationship. Love endures. Love heals. And it provides the foundation that makes our lives whole and worthy.
The perfect summation - yes yes yes. Thank you for saying this, Douglas, and for reading in general, of course ❤️🥹
My pleasure! Thank you for writing it!
That was such a lovely read. My childhood cat Cotton passed away 2 weeks ago, she was 16 years old. She had such a full life and was loved every minute of it. My heart was breaking as she got older, her meowing got weirder and her fur turned not-so cotton like. Yet she was still so full of life, making biscuits on our lap until she fell asleep. She was the sweetest grandma (even though she never gave birth, she loved human children so much) until the day she passed away in her sleep. That kitten taught me so much in her 16 years. She taught me how to love.
🥹❤️❤️❤️ what a gift she was!
Superb. Thank you for this.
Thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Gorgeous writing. The reframe of timing as destiny is profound, especially when paired with the reality that the alternative would've meant no chance for him to chose love again. I lost my own cat last year and struggled with similar guilt about being relieved it happened when I was home. But that guit maybe misses the point, it's grace not coincidence.
That was beautiful, thank you. I’ve lost my mom, my dad and my husband. I live with my cat. He’s a Ragdoll we bought two months before my husband passed. He’s my constant companion, just he and me, my shadow. I say the same thing, never again. The loss again will break me. But after reading this, maybe not.