Nov 5, 2023

November 5th ~

Then one heart stopped.  And the other
 kept beating.  Even though it was broken...

 Today is 8 years since our Brutus died.  He was only 9 years old.
 The emptiness he left in our hearts remains.  The pain is not as intense 
anymore, but missing him is something we learn to live with daily.

 We may not speak of him daily, but there is always something to 
remind us of his presence and the impact he has in our lives.  When that
 happens Arvid and I look at each other, and we hold each other tightly.

Our Brutus took a part of me with him.  He will forever
 be my baby.  Sniff is also my baby and I love him fiercely,
 and he makes us happy.  Our little Brutus underwent radiation
 treatment.  I did not help him.  It just burnt/hurt him more.

They say grief is not a sign of weakness, but the price of love.  
I have been paying the price of love for so many years.

No matter how long we have our pets with us, it will never
 be long enough, but one thing for sure, I will always be happy 
for the time we had together. We gave you our love, you 
can only guess how much you gave to us in happiness.

The loss of our Brutus is immeasurable. But so is the love 
that is left behind.  No one can truly understand the bond that we 
form with the cats we love until they experience the loss of one...