The Veil grows thin, so thin I can hear the thrum of the spirits within my mind, chattering away at me.
Every now and then my beloved Celeste will crawl up on the bed, and I can feel her body-weight against my calves as she settles in, curling up to sleep with me. Just like she used to when she lived.
And ah! how she lived. Such a beautiful four years, my troublesome furbaby had. Scratched everything in sight, she did! But I loved her so much. The fleas and the infection they carried killed her on a terrible Sunday night, laying across Rodney's lap as we cradled her and told her how much we loved her. The autopsy found she had feline leukemia, which would have given her a little over a year to live if the fleas hadn't weakened her.
I will never forget the heart-wrenching, gut-twisting scream she let loose, that groan of Death unmistakable. It was then I knew she was truly in so much pain, and urged her to let go -- we were there, she was safe, she was loved. I have not written about this night until now because I am still very upset with it. She was my first kitten, like my own child, and it still makes tears well to my eyes.
Beautiful Celeste, I love you.
Every now and then my beloved Celeste will crawl up on the bed, and I can feel her body-weight against my calves as she settles in, curling up to sleep with me. Just like she used to when she lived.
And ah! how she lived. Such a beautiful four years, my troublesome furbaby had. Scratched everything in sight, she did! But I loved her so much. The fleas and the infection they carried killed her on a terrible Sunday night, laying across Rodney's lap as we cradled her and told her how much we loved her. The autopsy found she had feline leukemia, which would have given her a little over a year to live if the fleas hadn't weakened her.
I will never forget the heart-wrenching, gut-twisting scream she let loose, that groan of Death unmistakable. It was then I knew she was truly in so much pain, and urged her to let go -- we were there, she was safe, she was loved. I have not written about this night until now because I am still very upset with it. She was my first kitten, like my own child, and it still makes tears well to my eyes.
Beautiful Celeste, I love you.
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