When you reach middle age, a lot of things seem to hold more significance.
Especially the death of a long-time pet.
Emily (Kittenson. Go ahead and chuckle) has been my girlfriend's constant companion for the last 19 years. She died this past Saturday, after a short period of illness, in the comfort of her own bed, with her faithful owner/friend stroking her head and talking about the adventures they had over the last 19 years.
We should all be so lucky.
Goodnight Emily Kittenson, wherever you are.