Rainbow

My cat, one of the most loving animals I've ever encounter in my life, is on her last life.  She's lived a long (16+ years) life of happiness.  It wasn't until December last year that her health started failing, and she's already surpassed the time the vet gave her to live.  Despite everything, she's fought hard to do what she does best:  purrrrrrrrr, and keep people company.  Seriously, this cat has the LOUDEST purr I've ever experienced.  And I say experienced because her entire body vibrates with her purrs leaving whoever's petting her feeling like they've had about eight cups of Starbucks.

So heres where I should get all philosophical.  But I won't.  I just find it funny how we put death aside in western culture, like its some terrible.  How is it that something so frightening can be so easily ignored?  The reality is that if you are reading this you will die.  Death is as much Life, as Life is Death.  Oh, how deep.

I can't seem to find any pictures of Rainbow on my computer (which is a huge disappointment as a photographer, but that's the way it is.)  I do however have a picture of my neighbor in Vancouver, Oliver.  He was my first friend when I moved to Dunbar in September this year.  His owners (a lovely trio of beautiful girls, hey hey hey) were suprised how much I liked their dying dog, but he was new to me and, despite his wonderful smell, he was as loveable and charismatic as any pup.  Oliver died a few days before I graduated.  He is sorely missed, but in a better place.  I hope him and Rainbow hit it off wherever they will be...

She has truly lived her name and I know there'll be a pot of catnip at the end of the Rainbow.

Sean

ps- the photo is the first photo I took at 20th and Crown.  Oliver was roaming around the hood lookin' for someone to play with.  I think he liked the camera :))  I'll post a shot or Rainy when I get my hands, errr paws on one...