My son Evan (with help from his older brother, Peter) is digging a hole in the back yard. Our cat Semper died last night. It had become clear in recent months that the time was near. She had had some health issues that had necessitated a lot of cleaning up. Death is never a good thing, but sometimes it is unavoidable. The last few weeks we tried to make Semper comfortable, and I experienced a renaissance of affection for her after deciding not to take her to the vet to put her down.
This morning I was sad, but relieved. I shed no tears for Semper, but I did cry when attempting to console Evan. Semper had her life from the hand of God, her role to play in the life of our family. Semper’s little body, which was as light as a feather at the end, will go into the hole. But I trust that something more permanent will remain in the land of the living.