How quickly the hours pass as another week comes and goes the way of the others. Days get shorter, and sunny spots are harder to find. Dad has been busy on the computer all day, stopping by my pillow when he is taking a break to stretch his legs. Though he disrupts my meditations, I welcome his company.
Dad shares with me some sad news, for a few hours ago he learned of Molly crossing over to the other side of the bridge. She had clung on until mum came back from her trip and when she held Molly, she slowly slipped away, closing her eyes for the last time. Our hearts go out to them, for daddy knows how it feels to lose a friend and companion in ones arms.
We are both quiet, looking out of the window of our balcony into the garden. Watching how the wind plays with the last few minutes of the late afternoon light filtering through the few remaining leaves clinging to the branches and casting magical moving shadows before us. Dad gentle messages my back and neck, then gives me a few paw rubs that always make me purr much louder, as I soak up a few more sun puddles.
This is a big over-sized pillow it’s so very comfy, especially with the soft furry blanket on top. One cannot help but want to sink into a deep slumber. Oh well, time for another ‘power nip’ before dinner.
Life is indeed good . . .