A very, very, very sad day here.

Fluffy Cat passed away today. His quiet company, soft purr, gentle spirit, and cuddly sweetness will be so deeply missed by all of us.

The sun managed to slip through the clouds as we brought Fluff back home and shined briefly until he was placed for his final rest.

And as an added aside, today also marks nine years from when the world lost a dear and tremendously special lady whom some fondly remember as my “other mother.”

This poem is for them both:

To Keep the Memory of Charlotte Forten Grimké by Angelina Weld Grimké

Still are there wonders of the dark and day:
   The muted shrilling of shy things at night,
      So small beneath the stars and moon;
   The peace, dream-frail, but perfect while the light
      Lies softly on the leaves at noon.
         These are, and these will be
             Until eternity;
But she who loved them well has gone away.

Each dawn, while yet the east is veiléd grey,
   The birds about her window wake and sing;
      And far away, each day, some lark
   I know is singing where the grasses swing;
      Some robin calls and calls at dark.
         These are, and these will be
             Until eternity;
But she who loved them well has gone away.

The wild flowers that she loved down green ways stray;
   Her roses lift their wistful buds at dawn,
      But not for eyes that loved them best;
   Only her little pansies are all gone,
      Some lying softly on her breast.
         And flowers will bud and be
             Until eternity;
But she who loved them well has gone away.

Where has she gone? And who is there to say?
   But this we know: her gentle spirit moves
      And is where beauty never wanes,
   Perchance by other streams, mid other groves;
      And to us there, ah! she remains
         A lovely memory
             Until eternity;
She came, she loved, and then she went away.