Last week the cruel hand of fate dealt Spooky and me a terrible blow. Out of nowhere Spooky became ill. Fatally ill. A high fever from out of the blue raged for 6 days in his still thin body. Not Bobcat Fever which had claimed two of my other cats several years ago, but something beyond diagnosis, something malevolent and unknown. Between two different vets and after countless tears with no hope left, I had to let him go. I couldn't stand to see him in pain and I didn't want to prolong his life if it was not meant to be.
Spooky taught me a lesson about the room in my heart for love. Love is good. I had so much to give him and he doubled it back to me in just six weeks and taught me so much more. There is always room for love.