In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
165. What! When a single disaster smites you, although you smote with one twice as great, do you say, "What is this?" Say, "It is from yourselves, for Allah has power over all things."
(The Family of Imran 3:165)
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Saturday, November 24, 2018
The dying cat stares at the water
From Allah is our origin and to Allah is our return.
Hi Honey. How are you? If you're not feeling ready, then don't hurry. Don't hurry so much at anything. Slow down your pace, and don't forget to smell the flowers. Take lots of snapshots! My elderly kitty Chee Cheah died this morning. She had been with me 10 years, and she was 10 years old when I met her. I had just returned here from the US, and she was my Dad's cat, staying with my parents. Then when I moved here to live alone, I took her with me. She got old, and her digestive system shut down. It happened very quickly: even though she was old and thin, she was eating a lot. Then yesterday, she couldn't stomach anything and stopped eating, then this morning she died. I could tell this was it, so at first light I dug her grave. Everything was so clean and organized, this death wasn't messy at all. After I dug her grave, I went inside and waited and watched her take her last breath. Then I wrapped her up in newspaper. The headline read, "Born To Be A Queen." It was about a beauty pageant.
I don't really feel like giving an extensive eulogy, because she used to be my Dad's cat. Of course I loved her: I love all my cats. One thing about her is that she was very adept at flashing her eyes. In the photo below which was the very first snapshot I took of her, she was 11 years old and flashing her eyes at the camera. After she died, I cradled her body as I took her to be buried, and she flashed her eyes at me for the last time. Poor little Chee Cheah.
Hi Honey. How are you? If you're not feeling ready, then don't hurry. Don't hurry so much at anything. Slow down your pace, and don't forget to smell the flowers. Take lots of snapshots! My elderly kitty Chee Cheah died this morning. She had been with me 10 years, and she was 10 years old when I met her. I had just returned here from the US, and she was my Dad's cat, staying with my parents. Then when I moved here to live alone, I took her with me. She got old, and her digestive system shut down. It happened very quickly: even though she was old and thin, she was eating a lot. Then yesterday, she couldn't stomach anything and stopped eating, then this morning she died. I could tell this was it, so at first light I dug her grave. Everything was so clean and organized, this death wasn't messy at all. After I dug her grave, I went inside and waited and watched her take her last breath. Then I wrapped her up in newspaper. The headline read, "Born To Be A Queen." It was about a beauty pageant.
I don't really feel like giving an extensive eulogy, because she used to be my Dad's cat. Of course I loved her: I love all my cats. One thing about her is that she was very adept at flashing her eyes. In the photo below which was the very first snapshot I took of her, she was 11 years old and flashing her eyes at the camera. After she died, I cradled her body as I took her to be buried, and she flashed her eyes at me for the last time. Poor little Chee Cheah.
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