It’s seven days after Makhluk’s death. The cats came out of the sewers to stand vigil at the field. And there was a large bright and perfect orb when this picture was taken, encompassing everyone.
Such was Makhluk’s unconditional love to all, caregiving, feeding, caring lovingly even to those kittens that were not hers. They were in the end all hers in her love.
May God’s Love be together with Makhluk always.
I haven’t cried since my father died 19 years ago. My daughter was his favourite ever, and he who had always wanted a daughter got a grand daughter in all of God’s blessings, and when I saw her at home after leaving the clinic, I just hugged her and cried. I’ve never cried eversince no matter how sad I had been. But tonight I cried again.
To all those who have died in injustice. And to those who delight in doing them.
Makhluk, the cat who loved us so much that I used to think if God wanted to let us feel His love personally short of making an appearance Himself had instead given us Makhluk, had died today. She had breathing difficulties around 130pm and died about 4 hours later. Mork, the grand matriach of all our cats who had been missing for several months, returned briefly during her burial.
Makhluk left behind 4 cute kittens after a fifth died recently.
Her relatives who had fled from home to live in the sewers emerged in numbers tonight at the field where everyday Makhluk greets me and follows me home. Video here.
Mork’s return here
Aiman, who had been working tirelessly on his maths and science interests, scored an A in Modern Mathematics today.
Dedicated to all those Careless Mouths on account
I will never forget the last thing I said to my daughter before she died. I was tired after working, so I decided to lay down to watch the evening news. My daughter had just finished eating the dinner I cooked. She had Epilepsy and was experiencing frequent Gran Mal seizures, but every time I would call the paramedics, they would tell me just don’t let her hurt herself.
Any way, I told her to go lay in my bed and watch Friends, which was one of her favorite shows. She called out to me, “Mommy, Alice Cooper is on Friends.” I told her I was too tired to get up.
When I got up to see what she was watching a few minutes later, I found her dead. To this day, I will always regret not going in there when she told me that. My brother told me it was probably better that I wasn’t there when she had her final seizure.
The doctor swore to me she wouldn’t die from her seizures. I asked the coroner what caused her to die, and he told me heart failure due to the extreme nature and frequency of her seizures.
Two men were walking down a dusty road. The elder looked down keenly to the ground as the younger one spoke of one thing then another.
Suddenly the elder man halted and put out a hand to silence the younger. His eyes were focused on something on the ground. He bent over and picked up a small bright piece of stone. The young man looked at the elder and said, “Hah! It’s just a piece of quartz!”
The elder man took out a mirror from his pocket and scratched it with the stone. “Diamond?” asked the younger. The elder smiled at him and gave the younger man the stone.
They were walking further down the road when suddenly the elder man stopped again. He was eyeing another piece of stone. This time, the younger man bent down to pick it first. He asked the elder for the mirror. “This time” he declared triumphantly, “it’s a quartz”. With that he stroke the stone against the mirror. No scratch.
The elder man took the stone from the younger and carefully placed it inside his wallet. Then he slid his wallet into his pocket.
The younger gave him a puzzled look.
“I was told to look for quartz, not diamond,” said the elder. And they continued their journey.