We buried Traveller in the back yard this afternoon. We had a short memory session where we talked about cats and pets and especially Traveller, because he allowed us all to enjoy life with him.

Toward the end he refused nourishment of any kind, fighting me whenever I tried to give him anything. He didn't seem to be in pain, but he must have hurt. I'm not a great spiritual healer or anything like that, but in some cases I have been able to help both animals and humans. Traveller shut me out when I tried that. It's as if he had more important things to do elsewhere, and he would get impatient with my efforts to keep him with me.

So I'll let my friend go, and in so doing let my other friends help fill the void. They deserve the best we can give them for their own sakes and in their own rights. Already I can picture either Willoughby or Sasha taking center stage and sharing their antics with the rest of us.

In Loving Memory of Traveller:
1996-1999 a'levai hashalom

Copyright © David Yehudah
August 6, 1999