HofCD, I don’t know if you’re familiar with the man, but a fella named Kinky Friedman is a pretty well know figure around here, and in Texas these days especially. He’s an offbeat country western singer/author capable of absurdity, but also of great passion. In his books, he’s the main character, he and his cat.
In the afterword to one of his books, he wrote this . I read it every time I think of one of my old friends that I’ve had to put to sleep. From Ming, when I was 21, to Erica just last summer.
It always hurts like hell, and you always miss them. It’s worth the pain in seeing them go to have been the object of their love and affection.
Now, you’ll excuse me I have three cats to pay a little extra attention to right now…