From Wednesday; 1 November 2023
I dreamed that my dad had found a feral cat in his yard. It was soaking wet, as if it had been caught in the rain. It was emaciated and its eyes were sunken and sullen. My dad stuck a metal ruler into its chest. "Why did you do that?!" I shrieked in horror!
"Because he's suffering," my dad said plainly.
I cradled the cat as his life slipped away from him. I could feel that in his final moments he felt a love that he'd never had the chance to feel before. And I felt the return of that love and knew he had died happy.
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