It’s not a happy day. My beloved cat, Pumpkin, passed away.

I brought him with us from the states, stashed under the airplane seat on that long 5 hour flight. It helped having him with me. Those stressful momentsĀ in a new country was softened by his furry persistence in catching every lizard that ran across the lawn. Life to him was simple at a time when my life was complicated.

I will miss his early morning meows and his soft belly that warmed my lap while I wrote this blog. We all anticipate there will be more time to follow our dreams, as if we can deposit those precious moments and withdraw them when we are ready.

I’m glad I didn’t wait and gave him the opportunity to catch butterflies on a mountaintop.

That’s how I will remember him.