"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."
This is not the post I intended to write today. Yesterday something (coyote? dog?) killed one of our cats. Mickey was only two. He came to us as a kitten - a rescue brought home from the clinic. He and Walter made fast friends. The kids, of course, adored him.
Last night we noticed he hadn't been around all day. I went looking for him and found him in the lot next to our house. He had been brutally attacked and was in a state I do not care to describe. He was already gone.
My children were understandably upset. All I could do it gather them up and wipe their tears.
We knew the risks letting him outside. And indeed death is a part of life. Today we will be missing our kitty and the world will spin madly on.