Our oldest cat Zoe died yesterday morning (Tuesday) an unbelievably quick two weeks after noticing something was different, and only three days after a diagnosis of liver disease. She passed peacefully at home with both of us present. Even in such a short time I am amazed and grateful for what she taught me in her death as much as she did her life.
As I start this I’m not sure how short, long or coherent what follows will be. I just know I need to capture the insights I’ve had over the past two weeks and pay attention to where they may go. These stories are somehow important to record now for reminders down the road.
Forewarned this is a long read you’re interested to know a bit of what went on. Might be time for a hot cup of tea.