So now two are gone.
This “serenity in bereavement” thing is proving elusive. However . . .
I’m listening to a book about attention, and the ways we pay attention. I know that in the depths of very bad emotional pain, I long to escape it. I often can quickly shift my attention to what in the situation demands gratitude. So, these critters had very nice, very long lives. Life is finite. Theirs are over.
Yes, I guess there is some small measure of serenity there. Small. Today, I can’t not miss them. They were here every day for many years, and now they are not.