Sharonís cat died. She sent email this morning. This troubles me more than the news of hearing my grandfather died.
I donít always express it, but I have a lot of love and affection for my friends. Her cats are very important to her and I worry about how sheíll cope.
Maybe itís something about animals, too. The thing about pets is that they truly are a reflection of how they are treated. If youíre nice to them, then theyíre nice to you. Theyíre not crazy, like people, who rarely follow this standard of practice.
Perhaps is also partly shock. It seemed to me that the cat had a cold, maybe some respiratory trouble, and the next thing I know, the cat is dead.
We work in the same office and she isnít in today, and I donít know if sheíll be in tomorrow. I donít want to call because she doesnít like to talk on the phone.
I donít know how appropriate it is to tell the other people in the office, so Iíve kept my mouth shut. In the case a dead family member, it seems that the news spreads quickly, but I donít know if thatís just because itís supposedly easier for people to not have to tell each person individually his/herself or people just like to spread gossip.
Maybe Iím just over-protective of my friends. Whenever someone is facing grief, I want to swoop in and fix it, but in most cases Iím helpless to do anything.
When life treats me bad, I often just shrug and think, ďWell, thatís life, things go wrong sometimes,Ē but when itís a friend of mine, I feel more like shaking my fist at the sky screaming, ďHow dare you!Ē
|Wednesday, Jan. 03, 2007 at 3:19 PM|