If you love in your life, you will lose things through time.
They come and go... in various ways.
Some slip silently aside as two paths simply drift apart.
Some end abruptly... violently... suddenly... whether you wish it to or not.
In those times you realize just how little power you have and how much life has over you.

Loved ones... humans and pets... form the ever changing "family" of your time.
If you live long enough, you shall know much loss.
Not all things remain.
Not all things stay.
Not all things but some.
Some even outlive you.

Today I sit with the vultures... waiting... waiting for something to die.
Unlike them, I am not unmoved for such a death, to me, means the loss of yet another.
I have watched as time passes... like a vulture.
My own time passing by just as those around me do as well.

Tomorrow (highly likely) I shall rise and dig another grave.
Some distant tomorrow, someone shall rise and dig mine.
The irony is not lost. It only gives me melancholy smiles.
Goodbye Dusty Cat. Thank you for being part of my family.