Friday, July 19, 2013

A time to every purpose under heaven

Early morning. The earliest we've done in a while. Lauren is dressed, but mostly sleeping. She sits on my rocking chair as I pull on clothes.

"Chelsea came to talk to me," she says.

Chelsea is the cat, since passed just before Memorial Day weekend.

"Okay," I say. It's time to listen.

"She said that it hurt to die."

My heart breaks a little bit."I'm sorry to hear that."

"She knew that it would hurt to die."

"It hurt for Chelsea to live with the tumors growing in her face and eye. Did she say that where she is now she is happy?"

"Yes. She understands now."

"And did she say she loves you?"


"I'm glad you got to talk with your cat."

"Me too, Mama."

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