I am sitting at the computer with my very old cat in her favorite place on my lap. She loves to be around the computer and sits on my lap when I am writing. Sometimes she purrs and tries to get my attention before I get too engrossed in what I am doing. For the last year she has been slowing down and keeps regaining her appetite and speeds up for a while, but I think we are slowly grinding to a halt.
One night not too long ago I saw her light body, and the next day on Facebook someone talked about seeing the light body of a deer that same night when he was driving. We talked about it and thought we were being told to pay attention. I am consciously thinking about her and her transition, and as with all my animals towards the end of their lives - I find myself going back in time to when they and my son were young, and all the things we have shared.
For me, animals have always kept my heart open - and it seems I am never alone for long before one will come into my life and household. Recently I have been mindful of my own mortality and the necessity for adopting older animals so that they won't outlive me.