My dear Pasha flew away from here on a cold Monday morning, January 20.
People often call their cats their babies, it never felt right to me. My life was
enormously enriched in relationship to another being, the wise and profoundly
present, Pasha. The many months of coming to terms with this coming transition,
the bone-deep grieving in anticipation, has lessened the pain, but the loss is enormous.
I have had the week to cleanse and clear and sink into the reality of living without
him here with me. I have had a lot of support.
I feel deeply grateful for having been chosen by this wild spirit as his human.
Maybe someday I will tell that story - of how we came together - but not now. This
loss on top of the loss of my mother last year - well, I am fragile - doing OK, but
Misha Pasha Willow Bear
I am deeply grateful for the wild and free life you shared with me,
I feel your spirit flying free.
Blessed blessed be.
P.S. It was an intense few weeks... thanks for your comments on the last post,
I didn't get to replying.