Buster - our much loved Cat

Where does death take them those whom you love, the physical self remains, the breath stops and eyes stare, their hearts can hear you no more. No movement. not a wink, no they are not breathing, although they appear to, they will not raise their heads, and call your name. Those moments are gone, and just will be memories. tears just speak of the love. but emptiness remains, and those opportunities that may have been and not have been fulfilled, some precious happy moments, are tokens of their life that was, the physical form bereft of that spirit that I knew. Is that what we call soul? We shall never know. The mystery will remain. wonder where death has taken them. On the passing our much loved Buster, So hard to let go sometime! Written 27/02/2024