I just came from the Home Again microchip website, where I marked Kit as deceased and provided the date of her death. That will be the last time I go there, because Pat and Kit were microchipped at the municipal pound and my current vet uses another service.
My Baptist-preacher brother came over on Easter Sunday (that’s not the same as a Baptist pastor; he’s licensed by the denomination but not ordained). It was supposed to be both him and my sister-in-law, but their son, daughter-in-law, and The Grandchildren dropped by (unannounced), so I got just him. (I would have settled for a later visit from both of them after their impromptu company had left.) He was telling me about his church’s activities that morning, which were an Easter breakfast and a short devotional from him about the Exodus, which I thought was an odd topic for Easter Sunday. In the ensuing (heated) conversation, it occurred to me that kittens were among the slaughtered firstborn of Egyptian humans and animals.
Now, I’m not given to putting God in the dock (to borrow a phrase from C. S. Lewis), and I know that death is not the same from the divine viewpoint as it is in human perception. Ever since that conversation, though, the thought of those kittens has nagged at me and altered my perception of that which happens to my own departed cats. Did I lie to them when I told them where they were going, and that we would see each other again?
Please, can someone tell me again there’s a Rainbow?