Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Things happen and we don’t always welcome it. We do not
understand why something happened at some date, why things had to be changed
and something had to disappear. We do not understand fate. We do not understand
death. Because death is a change we wish didn’t happen. Death of someone close is death of a piece of
our soul. We have no protection against this lose. We have no way to fight it.
Harry, my little brother, my pet cat died a couple of days
back. He had been missing for a few days and I couldn’t find him even after searching
for him. I had kept my fingers crossed for his return. And then they found him,
Maybe it was not really Harry that died, maybe it was a
different similar looking cat and Harry was going to turn up the same day. That
was what I told myself. Until I realized he wasn’t coming back and I mourned
I miss Harry. He was my little person, my little cat who
went round and round my feet until I picked him up and scratched his ears or
rubbed his tummy. He had the most beautiful eyes. So full of pure trust in his
family. The first time he climbed up a place he didn’t know a way down, he
cried until I came and got him to ground. When he went missing once before and
fell down a ditch, he cried out when he heard my voice whistling for him. He
trusted us to find him. And I couldn’t find him this time. I wish I could tell
him how sorry I am, now much Sansa his sister misses him.
The last picture I took of him.
People tell him he is in a better place. I hope that is
true. That he is in a world where there is lot of cat food and many rats to
chase. And that there is someone to reprimand him when he brings home a dead
rat yet tell him how proud they are of him for having caught one. He will
remember me then and not forget he had us. That he has a family that loves him.
Harry was my very favorite, and with these words I honor his
memory. I love you, little Harry. Thank you for your meows. They will forever echo in my world.