14 May 2018


I lost my cat on Saturday. It was sudden, and I am heartbroken. Desi would have been twelve in August, and he is the only cat I have ever raised from a kitten. He was abandoned in a public park with his siblings at the tender age of five weeks, and I was fortunate enough to adopt him.

He started his life with me, being hand fed baby cereal, and he and I bonded in a way I have never quite bonded with another animal.

I went to Mass the day Desi passed away. That evening, I raised my eyes to the crucifix, and it occurred to me that Desi was a gift on loan to me--a gift from his Creator. Yes, I am heartbroken that we didn't have more time together, but I am grateful that God gave him to me in the first place. It is going to take me a long time to get over his death. He has left his paw print in my heart.