|The Mystery within...|
My daughter’s cat; my daughter’s Facebook words:
“Rest in peace Sophie. Sweetest cat I've ever known. Very sad day. She will be dearly missed.”
We never expected to lose Sophie this past week. Her death brought us closer to Mystery and reminded us control is an illusion and change is inevitable. She was thirteen years old and was treated a couple of months ago for a lame front leg that got better overnight. The lameness suddenly returned, much worse, now in her opposite leg. Treatment was ineffective and the next day she was still in major distress. The vet suggested it might be best to put her down. So we took her in and mercifully she was put out of her misery while we stood by her.
I had suggested to my daughter that we could bring her back home with us for burial but she was reluctant until the vet mentioned home burial was one of our options. I thought Sophie would also have wanted to come back with us.
Clearing a spot for her burial, digging a deep enough hole, sawing away large underground roots from nearby bushes was hard work. But when I watched my daughter gently wrap Sophie in the cream colored sheet, carry her to the grave, and nestle her in, I knew it was the right thing to do. She put colorful flowers upon the sheet, and sprinkled some of Sophie’s late buddy Ben’s ashes around her and then lit some sage. That little ceremony reclaimed our connection to Sophie and Ben and all things beyond. Life and death are so inextricably linked.
What if we could always reclaim the life and death link to everyone and everything?