Sea Smoke

I haven't been able to look at my blog since I posted the last picture of Lytton. It has been an agonizing week that threatens to continue indefinitely. I know it won't. We all get through mourning to some extent, with the shreds of old losses still clinging to the new when they arrive. I am mourning now every kitten I lost as a child, every cat we had as I was growing up. McGaffney, Monique, her kittens, Snafu, Tafu and Fubar. Samantha, Mickey, Sylvia, Ceasar, Ashley, Sam, Stanley, Claudie....................monkies Chico, Cindy, Fred, Amy, and Charles. Then there came a string of cats after I left home, Lenny, Casey, Bwana, Buddy, Patrick, Hamlet, Emma. There were horses, too: BJ, Gideon, Cameo, Darby, and Alise. Then the first dog, Molly, then Mack and Beau, Natasha, Bandit..........my baby Ben Joe, then Pebbles and Happy, then Lytton, Benny, and Patrick. I carry them like a bucket of tears that keeps getting heavier and heavier.