Baby Kitty Has Gone On

My sweet little friend Baby Kitty has died. She died November 24, 2019 and went out the way she came in, sweet, loving and in the way she wanted to, between us on our bed, her final moments resting on her favorite blanket. I miss her so much. She lived 17 wonderful years. I am learning that the the words "I love, but I'm not in love," are probably total bullshit. To love is to be in love. I'm still in love because she entered my loving world and when she departed the love is still in me. She was a good girl. I'm so glad she's no longer suffering or in pain, or hungry, or thirsty, or cold. I'm so glad that I had her for 17 years and that hers was a beautiful, perfect life of being here. There is something to be said about being in the world, living here for that long and only being adored. That's pretty awesome.

Meanwhile, today, it's a week later. I am sitting in my space now, what some might call a studio. It's a room where I can create stuff and listen to music, watch videos to learn about things. It's got a lot of creative things to do, like it's organized and I can find pieces to put together that are creative, pretty and useful, but it's also sparse in a way. It's not packed with crap, the walls are white and bare, lots of light and warmth here, so I decided that it's also a place where I can sit down and write if I feel like it. I just figured that out. For some reason it just occurred to me that I can spend as much time here as I want just spewing words out on Word or blogger to see what I can come up with.

I'm grateful for having loved dearly a sweet black cat and also for this space where love remains while I'm in it.