Not her. Not yet.
Not my Luna
Why do we chose to love someone or something (is an animal a “thing” or a “one”?) when it hurts so much when their time on earth ends?
She was a…
- Five-year-old polydactyl torbie cat
- Who sat like a ballet dancer (toes in front) and crossed her front legs when she walked
- “Meow” No. Luna’s voice was a sweet Guinea pig squeak
- She loved drinking very cold water (ice cube freak)
- She only ate kitten chow. I called it Crack. “Want some crack?” Squeak!
- A brush in your hand – she’d follow you around with her tail up.
- Terrified of my stepson (too loud and too fast -she hid under the bed)
- Picked on by Mocha (a year older, not related)
Do cats have souls? Is there an afterlife for them? Is it with humans? Did my dad greet her?
What animals have souls? My sons (14 and 17) both gave this answer. “Maybe it has to do with love.”
Cats die everyday. This one mattered. This one hurts. I feel her absence after only 5 years.
I will miss you, Luna bug. I am glad you are no longer suffering.