On Tuesday 11/24/15 I lost my feline friend Lucy. She was insane, quirky and truly unique. I thought she would bother me for another ten years.
Like Max, she wasn't old at all. As fit as could be, and a keen huntress, she seemed immortal.
Yet, it all changed as she drew her last breath, lying in the carrier in my lap, as I raced to the vet. I couldn't close her eyes either. The eyes once burning with magic and curiosity were immobile and devoid of light.
I thought I was moving on, when suddenly today, I felt the need to cry. After I had remembered her life as best I could, I recalled the story of the rainbow bridge, and I looked it up. Then I cried some more.
I searched my zip code, and found your heart-warming story. And yes, I cried more while reading it.
Crying is good though. It expels poison from the soul, and clarifies the mind.
I know that you suffer in silence, but be comforted in knowing that your words have helped me grieve.