The Last Photograph

Mom didn't know when she took this photo that it would the the last she would take of our Wynnie kitten princess girl. 

Since my last post we discovered that she had been a very sick kitty and had hidden it from us very well. Somehow, oddly, this is comforting to us. No one did anything wrong. It was her time. 

We're all still sad and sometimes forget she's gone, but it's starting to get better. 

Thank you for being so kind and supportive of me and my people during this difficult time.

This is a poem that we makes some kind of sense to us, and may help those left behind by the alarmingly high number of anipals who have crossed the rainbow bridge in the last month. I know we're not alone in our sadness.

A POEM FOR THE GRIEVING

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

Anonymous

Love each other.
Cokie the Cat