The Enchanter's Theorem

My little cat, Ming, died, a year ago today.

A year ago, I was standing in the Pitti Palace in Florence, Italy.

It has been such a year.

I'm grateful that I feel good today. I miss Ming horribly and wish she were still with me, but she was very old. She wasn't taken from me by something untimely, other than time. She'd want me to be okay. She hated it when I cried.

I never knew a year could hold so much. So much good, so much bad, so much love, and yes, even hate. It had all the makings of a Shakespearean play with lots of special effects and props, an enormous cast, the works.

I miss you, Ming Cat. Wait for me.