Life changes sometimes … within a split second a day goes from ordinary to disaster.
Such was yesterday. I was sitting on a phone call with Toria when a man came to the door and told me Fluffy had been run over and was dead.
My world came crashing down and everything just stopped.
All the prior thoughts of the day had vanished and my only thought was how such an awful thing could happen to such a wonderful little guy.
Fluffy was the most beautiful, gentle little soul that ever graced my life and I never imagined for a moment that fate would treat him so cruelly.
I rescued him on my property about six months ago, when some miserable excuse for a human abandoned him and left him to find his own way in the world.
He was clearly a house pet but now found himself living among ferals and relying on his wits to survive.
That he found his way to my yard was lucky for him, but much moreso for me. He brought such an amazing air of unadulterated love and gentleness with him. He quietly took his place among the other cats and never once tried to assert any dominance. At meal times, he was always last to take a dish, as the hungry mouths around him consumed their fancy feasts left, right, and center.
When he got an eye infection a couple months back, Morgan and I were in a routine of applying eye ointment to his eye every few hours day and night and he never once made it difficult for us. Never resisted, never fought against us, and always forgave us immediately it was done.
That he should die at the wheel of a careless moron yesterday morning, speaks volumes to how unjust this world is at times.
Fluffy deserved the world, but instead got fucked by it.
If I am wrong and there turns out to be a god, then I would gladly rip his heart out for the hurt this world piles on so many undeserving souls.
I can make no sense of it and burying Fluffy yesterday afternoon was one of the most soul-destroying moments in a long run of such moments.
I went down to the lake this morning and he briefly returned in the singular cloud formation or at least my mind convinced me so.
I guess we see what we want to see, when it comes to clouds. And I want to see little Fluffy ok and knowing he was greatly loved.
But all I see is clouds and unfortunately like Fluffy, they fade away far too soon.
I will never forget him. RIP Fluffy.
