Momma Kitty Died Today

Let me tell you a little bit about Momma Kitty.   Nineteen years ago, I was in the market for a kitten.  I wanted a shelter or pound kitty, not any specific breed or color.

On one of my frequent trips to the pound, I met a man going in as I was going out.  I asked him what he had there.  He told me he had a kitten.  It was part of a feral litter that lived in the woods behind his house.  She was the runt, which probably saved her life.  You see, the mother and other kittens were killed by another animal.  She alone survived.  Of course, I took her home with me.

My then teenage sons fell in love with her.  She was a feisty little thing, quick and energetic.  She loved attention and was vocal in her opinions on everything else.

Before she was a year old, she got pregnant.  She had 5 kittens, one was stillborn.  Needless to say she was spayed after her pregnancy. Of those 4 we found homes for 2 and ended up keeping 2.

She was the smallest of all the cats we had, but she was the toughest.  She took no silliness from the other cats and they gave her a wide berth.

Time went by.  As karma would have it, she outlived her two sons.  She was arthritic and had cataracts.  She couldn’t see well enough to get to a litter box, so we provided “puppy” pads for her.  She sort of hobbled when she walked, but it didn’t slow her down much.

She loved being outside in the sun.  I think the heat felt good on her old, arthritic joints.

I noticed a few days ago a strange balance problem and a behavior indicative of confusion.  These episodes lasted less than a minute.  Intuitively I knew the end was near.  We made her last days as comfortable as possible. When the end was near, we made sure we were close and talked soothingly to her.  Death is a trip we all make alone, but it needn’t be without love and support.

Momma Kitty you will be missed.

mkb

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Poem About a Veteran

This poem was sent to me in an email. I don’t know who wrote it, but it is worth reading.

He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
For ol’ Joe has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won’t be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won’t note his passing,
‘Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician’s stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran’s part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honor
While he’s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
“OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY.”

Veterans-Day 2012

Death and Our Worlds

The recent death of an online friend got me to thinking about my two worlds. Yes, you read that right…two worlds. I have a physical world, the one I live in, eat in, sleep in, breathe in, take care of daily chores in, drive in, etc., and my cyber world, the one I have accounts in, friends in, places I visit, write in, dream in, think in, etc.

I have no doubt my family could take care of things in my physical world, but what about my cyber world? Who has my passwords? Who knows my cyber friends? Who knows what places I visit frequently? No one! And I need to change that. I need to make a list of my “places and friends”, passwords and wishes, so that all can be notified when I pass on from this world to the next. I need to make it as easy as possible for my family when this happens. It will be hard enough for them just to deal with funeral business and things in the physical world. I definitely don’t need to burden them with other hardships in the cyber world.

Have you got your lists made? Do you have someone designated to handle your cyber world when you leave the physical one?

It is definitely something to think about.

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