We all have them as we live through a seventh decade of life.
A year ago today, the little body who had slept with me for 18 years, left this life. (I do have respect for married couples who have lost a mate of a lifetime, but the difference here was that I was totally responsible for this pet's life and ultimately, her death.) She had been born on my birthday, and so I named her feral mother my own mother's name.
She had the softest long hair I've ever felt on a cat...it reminded me of a rabbit. My thoughts are remembering the good times today!
Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.