Tomorrow evening, I complete a sad and mournful journey which began this past Saturday afternoon.
I shall lay to rest one of my two beloved cats; Ariel, age eleven.
Coming home tonight after work, I dug her grave just two hundred feet to the starboard bow, just off of the shale road that defines the narrow peninsula that is this end of the marina. She will rest, overlooking the Intercoastal Waterway, which she often looked towards while resting serenely upon the cabin roof.
Ariel is survived by her brother and littermate, Harley.
She died of an enlarged heart, with the symptoms striking suddenly of a Saturday afternoon. Less than two hours passed between her going down in distress, and the fateful decision at the vets.
Ariel died in my arms, with my lips upon her face, telling her over and over again how very much I loved her. I love her still. I shall always love her.
And tomorrow, I shall retrieve her frozen corpse from the vet, and will lay her to her eternal rest.
I miss her terribly.
UPDATE: 8:10pm CST, Wednesday, July 19, 2006.
It is done.
Ariel rests alongside her occassional friend; my neighbor John's late mop of a dog, Scruffy.
My hands, blistered. My heart, broken.
Thank you all, for your condolcences and good wishes. I am thankful.