If you saw the picture that  meijimeowth made for me to comfort me, you know that I lost my cat a bit more than 24 hours ago.

We adopted that cat from another family that was going to Africa in the Peace Corps. He grew up initially in a house filled with males, and so when he came to us, he was attracted to me as the only human male in the house. Wherever I was, he needed to be.

In the past month, however, he began to stop eating, his droppings were small to non-existent. He grew gaunt and weak. Finally, early Friday morning, he passed.

I hope and pray none of you ever have to handle the dead body of a pet. I now have had to do it twice.

At 72, it becomes a reminder of my own mortality. My parents lived to their 90's, and I fully expect to reach mine, as well, however I can feel my body weakening, year by year. I try not to think of it, but events like this become a reminder.

In any case, I have received many condolences from many of you, and I am grateful for them. If I seem out of sorts, this is why. Please have patience with me, and thank you.