... that I have never received a bereavement card until the vet clinic that looked after Mima so well sent me a lovely card. Three pictures of serene cats, and a lovely message inside, along with a packet of seeds to scatter in the garden, and the wish, "May each flower bring a happy memory of Mima."
Of course I understand this is not a bereavement on the human scale. But it does, all the same, feel like a lesson in mortality. This is, after all, one of the reasons why we think it's good for children to have pets, to accustom them to the cycle of birth and death. Mima's life was a very good one; and she died in a most natural cat-like way: discreetly and privately. It's still sad, though.