Today, October 15, is the second anniversary of the death of Miss Pink. Two years ago I watched her go from a fat and happy cat to a very ill and dying one within a matter of a few weeks. I would like to say it gets easier every year but so far it is still as if it were all happening right now. This month. This day. As fresh as ever. Of course I don't sit around crying uncontrollably like I did when it first happened. I still light a candle every Monday evening around 8PM to remember her and all my other pets from the past. I light that candle, too, for all the sick and injured pets in this world, for all the abused and neglected animals without a voice and no hope on the horizon of release from a miserable life. I still get teary when I think about her. Miss Pink was a lucky girl. She was safe and warm and loved and died with dignity. All of my past "friends" were just as lucky. They were all safe and warm and loved and died with dignity. I wish that could be true for everyone, for all living beings in this world. To be safe and warm and loved and allowed to die with dignity.
I miss you, Miss Pink. See you on the other side.