Little kitty

I came home today, and Meister was laying on the couch. I'd left him inside for the day. When I sat beside him, he didn't move. When I touched him, his body felt lifeless. I got up and walked way. I thought he was dead.

I caught my breath and sat back down. He responded to my touch, slowly. I called then and made an appointment for the morning.

He's outside now laying on the porch, where he wants to be, and he is near his mother Mitzi. My two little Greykins. Reason being a Boykin, made them Greykins. I am finally sad for and about Meister and the loss of his life. My sadness isn't about me, or about Reason. My sadness is about his little exuberant life soon to be gone. He meowed so boisterously this morning when he greeted me at the door. His fluffy little head waiting for a good morning head rub.

We are all creatures. We live and die. We suffer and rejoice. I, nor anyone, can change that.


(Next morning...Meister woke up today sprite and bossy. Still not eating of course, but he was so full of his little self, it was clear that today isn't the day, so I called and canceled. Day by day, we take it, as long as he isn't in any pain.)