As I said, love being the double-edge sword that it is, this is also an appropriate theme for regret. My dear Stray might still be alive today, had I let him in the house the day he got hit by a car. I guess I will never know.
The sleeping child is my grandson, now 10 years old and going strong. The cat was my beloved stray. The cat is the subject of my first post on the subject of ‘Love’. You’d think I would start with my family, but this is the first photograph I came across and it said ‘pick me’, so I did. (LOL)
Stray showed up on my doorstep one day. I fell in love at ‘meow’.
I’ve had a lot of cats in my lifetime, but this cat was like a soul mate. He was such a true gentleman. Stray definitely had a little piece of my heart, so I begin this week with honoring him. Love, sometimes being a double-edged sword, turns to heartbreak as was the case the day my dear, sweet Stray died. Our street was not particularly busy, and Stray usually stayed in our yard but I still worried…
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