And Then You Were Gone

Suffice it to say that I don't deal with loss very well. Perhaps I wasn't born with a coping mechanism. Whatever the reason, when loss comes, I feel like crawling into a hole and not coming out. My cat, who is currently still among the living, is dying. I'm struggling with putting him down--partly because I'm not sure it's the right call and partly because I'm selfish and don't want to let him go. At any rate, a piece of me already mourns his loss, which is inevitable at this point. While the following poem may not give me solace, it certainly helps me grieve.
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