Farewell to Old Mistykins…A Skeptic’s Fine Cat Indeed
Yesterday was a time of both joy and sorrow. It was both my birthday and the day we forever lost my furend for many years, our cat Misty, or as I called her, mah Mistykins, taken by cancer which was filling her lungs with fluids, and making it progressively difficult to breathe.
Even though she’s gone, I still catch myself taking a glance at the small refrigerator by my desk, almost expecting to see her there curled up and sleeping on top of it.
Well, I suppose she is sleeping — forever — and no amount of wishful thinking about a fanciful afterlife will bring her back.
The energy content of her body shall return to the cosmos from which it came, the atoms of her body dissociated and given back to nature, the flow of matter shifted elsewhere, perhaps leading to yet new life somewhere else — new life — but no, not hers…
No teh Mistykins is gone, but our memories of her, as her old playful, friendly, and nosy self, shall live on.
Goodbye, Miss Mistopheles, you are missed.