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From: Silverstar on 11 Mar 2008 16:14

"Noon Cat Nick" <chatdemidiSPAMBEGONE(a)hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> Do they know, as we do, that their time must come?
>
> Yes, they know, at rare moments.
>
> No other way can I interpret those pauses of his latter life, when,
> propped on his forefeet, he would sit for long minutes quite
> motionless--his head drooped, utterly withdrawn; then turn those eyes of
> his and look at me.
>
> That look said more plainly than all words could: "Yes, I know that I must
> go."
>
> If we have spirits that persist--they have.
>
> If we know, after our departure, who we were--they do.
>
> No one, I think, who really longs for truth, can ever glibly say which it
> will be for dog and man-persistence or extinction of our consciousness.
>
> There is but one thing certain--the childishness of fretting over that
> eternal question.
>
> Whichever it be, it must be right, the only possible thing.
>
> He felt that too, I know; but then, like his master, he was what is called
> a pessimist.
>
> My companion tells me that, since he left us, he has once come back.
>
> It was Old Year's Night, and she was sad, when he came to her in visible
> shape of his black body, passing round the dining table from the window
> end, to his proper place beneath the table, at her feet.
>
> She saw him quite clearly; she heard the padding tap-tap of his paws and
> very toe-nails; she felt his warmth brushing hard against the front of her
> skirt.
>
> She thought then that he would settle down upon her feet, but something
> disturbed him, and he stood pausing, pressed against her, then moved out
> toward where I generally sit, but was not sitting that night.
>
> She saw him stand there, as if considering; then at some sound or laugh,
> she became self-conscious, and slowly, very slowly, he was no longer
> there.
>
> Had he some message, some counsel to give, something he would say, that
> last night of the last year of all those he had watched over us?
>
> Will he come back again?
>
> No stone stands over where he lies. It is on our hearts that his life is
> engraved.
>
> --John Galsworthy


Thank you Nick for posting this.. it is beautiful.. to say the least. Thank
you.
R.

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