Zebu, the younger of my two Chinese Cresteds, died on June 19th of this year. He was 12 and 1/2 years old. I'm still working through the grief. I know that sounds crazy to people without a great love for pets.
Earlier in the year, my younger daughter's and son-in-law's cat Goliath died at an advanced age. I grieve with them. He was a giant among cats, and I'll miss sharing my ice cream with him when I'm in Orlando. A few years ago he inspired me to write and illustrate some Haiku as I saw him lying next to the window, watching and dreaming of the hunt (though he was purely an indoor boy).
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Merciful and kind are you who appreciate the wild ones, feed them when they need food, provide them with water, protect them, and concern yourselves over their ability to survive in a world increasingly unacquainted with the untamed.
Like many of you, I've also experienced the loss of some very important, beloved members of my extended human family this year. There have been eulogies, celebrations of their lives, and grieving which leave me nothing to say, except I miss them, love them, and always will.
I believe we benefit from taking time to think through the comings and goings of lives intertwined with our own. How have they, even the animals in our care, shaped us?
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