#542: Saying Goodbye to Sweet Baby
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Digging a grave tonight was not how I planned to spend my evening, but what was I to do
After leaving a store, I left two paper plates of hard food for the cats
the store employees feed and felt good having done so. It is one reason I carry the plates and food in my car.
That good feeling quickly evaporated, however, as I drove home and saw a cat that had been hit and killed by a car a few blocks from my home
. I also carry heavy yard bags in the car for yard work I do for a church
so I stopped to wrap up the kitty as cars ran by me, not even giving the courtesy of stopping as I completed my task.
I took the cat and buried it but named it as I have others, believing no one and no animal should be buried without a name. Not having noticed whether it was a female or male, I named it Sweet Baby, gave it a eulogy, and cried over over it, as I am as I write this
There is a saying that a person is not dead until he or she is forgotten.
The same can be said for our animal friends. So, Sweet Baby, rest assured, at least one person did not allow you to linger in the middle of a dark street, and that same person will remember you, always.