I have cried, always, at the death of my pets, Nightstorm. They are such lovely living beings that I have invited to come into my home, and share my life. They have always repaid my kindness a hundredfold. While still grieving, I always find another one. The new pet comforts me, and helps me recover. It also reminds me that we, as humans, usually outlive our pets. I think that God intended it to be that way, that we would always have a companion, if we wanted. And, somehow, I sense, although I don't know, I will see all of my pets again when I pass from this Vale of Tears.
Be well...
