Yesterday i led a memorial service for my friend Shawna's cat, Ingemar. He was 19.
We buried him next to J and i's cat, Miel. Shawna's boyfriend, Steve, played mbira. I read a couple poems and we all cried for awhile and then went in for tea.
Here's one of the poems; it's by St. John of the Cross
I was sad one day and went for a walk;
I sat in a field.
An animal noticed my condition and
It often does not take more than that to help at times–
to just be close to creatures who
are so full of knowing,
so full of love
that they don't
they just gaze with