You know how it goes, you are prepping a sermon and somewhere in Textweek, one link leads to another and you find yourself reading someone's blog...that links to another blog...with a sidebar of an interesting name...and so you go read her blog. Well that's how I found myself a week or so ago at a blog called My Manner of Life. I got to reading (the way you do sometimes when you "meet " a new blogger), and it seems that about a month ago, the author of this blog faced the loss of one of her beloved cats. Part of her posting about this difficult time included (bless her!) some thoughts about and links to liturgical/prayer resources for the loss of our companions in this life who do not happen to be human.
This could not have come at a better time. I have just come home from that last goodbye to my sweet old Bridget. Dr. Scott said she was probably somewhere upwards of a hundred in cat years. Nobody knew for sure. She was already a grown kitty when she came into my life some fifteen years ago. We had a good run, my quirky green-eyed girl and I. She left this life very peacefully, and I know that she is where the good kitties go, having a nap, chasing a mouse, eating her favorite crunchies with no aches or pains in her ancient old self.