Rastoff
US Veteran
It's hard for us as finite beings to grasp the enormity of time. Because we think and live within the confines of a time line, we always want to know what came before or what comes after. Even so, it's difficult to get a read on just how long never really is.
Unfortunately there are events that bring us close to understanding the magnitude of never.
My cat, Argon, died today.
Argon is the third of the noble or inert elements. It comes from the Greek word for inactive. My cat was indeed that, inactive. She would sit on the back of the couch all day and sleep, like cats do. We named the couch the "cat eating couch" because the cat would sit in the crack formed by the pillow and the back. It looked like the couch was eating her. She will never sit there again.
My son and wife would always tell me she was my cat. I would claim, jokingly, that she was not because my wife always feeds all our animals. Even so, she always came and sat in my lap when I came home from work. That will never happen again.
She didn't meow. It was funny. She would look at you and open her mouth like she was going to, but no sound would come out. She will never not meow again.
It's a difficult day when we are forced to come to grips with the concept of never. We will all have to do it from time to time; it's part of life. It's my hope that when you have to face that reality, it's something you can work through. This will take some time for me and my family, but we will dwell on the good parts and move forward. We will never forget our friend, Argon.
Unfortunately there are events that bring us close to understanding the magnitude of never.
My cat, Argon, died today.
Argon is the third of the noble or inert elements. It comes from the Greek word for inactive. My cat was indeed that, inactive. She would sit on the back of the couch all day and sleep, like cats do. We named the couch the "cat eating couch" because the cat would sit in the crack formed by the pillow and the back. It looked like the couch was eating her. She will never sit there again.
My son and wife would always tell me she was my cat. I would claim, jokingly, that she was not because my wife always feeds all our animals. Even so, she always came and sat in my lap when I came home from work. That will never happen again.
She didn't meow. It was funny. She would look at you and open her mouth like she was going to, but no sound would come out. She will never not meow again.
It's a difficult day when we are forced to come to grips with the concept of never. We will all have to do it from time to time; it's part of life. It's my hope that when you have to face that reality, it's something you can work through. This will take some time for me and my family, but we will dwell on the good parts and move forward. We will never forget our friend, Argon.
