I've not done a blog post for a while. My cat, Molly, was diagnosed with cancer of the jaw in March and, since then, I've been trying to make her last days the best possible.
Not everyone has a pet and a pet is not for everyone, but, for me, they are priceless. Their attitude to life is so Buddhist. They live in the moment. They have simple pleasures. They look at you and you can see right to their soul. Molly was all of this for me and more. She had "cattitude." Nothing dissuaded her. And she was a talker. I loved almost every moment.
She crossed peacefully and I know her soul was not destroyed. She is no longer in her beautiful black tiger body, but she lives on. Perhaps in another being. Miss you, Molly. You are in my heart forever.
