How Can This Be?

Around 9 p.m. Husband found Sophie lying on the floor, not breathing, without a pulse. She just died. Sophie May was not quite eight years old. She was born September 1999, one month before I met Husband. I knew Sophie from her birth since a friend rescued her pregnant momma. Now she's just...gone. I am crazed with grief, anger, bewilderment. There is a Sophie-shaped space in our lives now, and we'll feel it keenly for a long time. She loved to nap in sun spots.

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.

--Jean Cocteau

[cross-posted at A Mindful Life]