There is a cat shaped hole in my soul. Whenever I remember a special moment (the day I first brought Bonnie home, tucked into my jacket and showed her around her new home for instance). I play the scene out in my head [all excited] [cat snuggled in] [the wary look around] and that memory tucks itself into that hole and as the memories gradually fill up the hole, the hole heals and I grieve less. This is a magic space though because it will always have room for another memory but when it is almost full there will only be a tiny bit of grief left and the rest of that Bonnie shaped hole will be full of happy memories. Of course, a person isn't limited to one memory space as the soul is magic too. When we bring someone new into our life - be they cat, dog or human, our soul grows by the amount of their shapes. All these shapes interlock so the soul is one big jigsaw . Some pieces are linked to all of the soul so deeply that their boundaries are blurred and some pieces might just sneak into one other piece. All these links make our souls very strong and capable of loving even more. Then, when we too go to the bridge we leave behind people with our shape as a hole in their soul and they will remember and their memories will cleverly link us all together perhaps like this "Remember Les, she had that Bonnie cat and her kittens too and that mad dog." We, and our loved ones, will live on.

In Loving Memory of Bonnie
who passed away on October 10, 2001.
She is sadly missed.

Copyright © Lesley Taylor