Yesterday morning I found a dead cat on the pavement. Her white and silver-grey fur was soaked in blood, although no external injuries were visible. Maybe she was hit by a car. I lifted her up in my arms and carried her away as careful as I would have done if she had been alive. The body was still warm, her eyes still clear.
This year brought illness, despair, loss, death of friends and relatives.
A friend of mine once said, she always thought that age will numb oneself against these strokes. But quite the contrary, it thins the skin.
She was right.
Tags: death, encounters, loss, roadkill
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