Today marks the third anniversary of the death of my beloved Maine Coon cat Rachmaninoff.
When he was alive, I would sometimes find one of his whiskers somewhere in the house and marvel at its length. I actually saved one years ago, but had forgotten about it until the other day when I found this silver-white whisker inside a blue velvet box.
Since he left this world, it seems the years have passed too quickly. And though I have to be, I am not okay with his absence. I will always miss him. This quote by the author Lurlene McDaniel says it best:
“For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, he will lie in this box and not in my arms.”