January 23, 2014
The loss of a little black cat, “Z” is thorny to bear.
Sweet, tender, gentle, feline, snuffed-out before I managed to say a proper
goodbye. The last time I held her in my lap, I whispered for her to go home, if
she didn’t have the energy to fight her poor health. No sense suffering. So
long, fluffy “Z.”
We do not walk alone,
Great Being walks beside us.
Know this and be
Grateful.
Polingaysi Qoyawayma, Hopi
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