How wonderful.
We love the rain, Sassy and I.
She woke me as she wanted to sit in her window. I wonder what she is smelling, hearing and seeing. It is so dark and the streetlight is out. I can feel the cool dampness of the summer rain and hear the soft drumming on the ground. As if the world were purring.
I move the rocker to tuck in next to her in the window and she moves her frail body carefully from sill to shoulder then back again. Torn between the two things she loves the most.
For what its worth, my 2 ¢ is when you are 92 (in cat or human years), it would be lovely on the last morning to be held by the one you love and listen to the rain.
I joked with someone yesterday that I hope heaven has a cup of coffee waiting for me. Sassy would like a window sill, please, where she can watch the weather.
All good-byes hold a tint of sorrow. The ones that hold pain, are those with no tomorrow
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| How different we both looked 8 years ago when she came to live with me. |
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| Her version of helping me "study" law! |
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| Sassy and the rain in Oklahoma. |
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| Her favorite window. |
