playing it safe

The article was about fat cats.  The four-legged sort who meow and purr and, if given the opportunity, munch mice and stalk rabbits and, now and then, engage in combat with their fellow felines.


While the veterinarian interviewed admitted that indoor cats were prone to packing too much weight, she said that, overall, it was a better life.  They wouldn't risk fights, or being run over by a car, or catching a disease.


In short, they would be breathing but dead.


Which is the temptation of grief.


Why risk exploring the outside world, with its potential for new relationships, new work, new home?  Because a new language must be learned, because diseases may be contracted, because the spirit which remains may be broken and crushed.


Rich is dead.  I am breathing.  Somehow, both are possible.


Candace