Dear Wyoming,
The change from "You are magnificent", to "You were magnificent" will not be an easy transition for anyone who knew you. You magnificent lounging lion, ambassador of all cats to dog people everywhere, you made a lasting impression on me.
There a few raw things happening to me as I think about you. The first is that you are not here as you have always been and that is hard to know. However, I know that I don't feel this the way Kath does. It's a grossly self-involved yet empathetic reason that I am so crushed over you and for Kath- in that I am reliving what it has been to lose my own pet. It's loss and change and brutal. It's very different to lose a pet as a grownup as opposed to when you're a kid. Not that it's not horrible to lose your dog when you're 11 (I did); but when I lost Howard, as an adult this last year- (it's actually what made me admit that I am an adult, pain enough) it was so difficult to no longer have his care as my responsibility. It made me own up to how much pride I took and reward I got from including him in my life and taking care of him- and that this must be how I actively love. Following through on love is new for me. There is so much love that comes from looking after someone, and when you do the ultimate thing and see them through to the end of their days, part of you leaves too. And you cry. And so I cry for Kath and I miss you for myself.
Enough of that. Did I ever mention how I love your name? Or that I love all the sounds that you made, and your giantness, and how you sat. And I will always love talking about you, because I love you. This is what I concentrate on now.
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