Life Is Short

I keep meaning to write in this blog, but time gets away from me. Today however it is crawling at a snails pace. We lost one of our big outdoor males to the road. Hit by oncoming traffic in front of the house. Gandhi was an alpha male. Always cut up and defending his turf. I had tried to get friendly with him, and his nature would change periodically. Yet for the most part he was a wild child. I wish now that I had tried harder to capture him, take him to the vets for a nip tuck. But that in it's hindsight is just speculating on what might have been. Who's to say that he would not have died today regardless of the circumstances. I have no answers. I am only wondering why it seems that those with a choppy road to travel always have such a rough time of it. Was the Universe taking him to avoid more of the same. Fighting, injury and pain. Or is there some sort of cosmic cast system that has us all in its grip. Just last night I was admiring him as he slept on the back porch, and today possibly at or near the time as his death, I was standing over one of the other cats (while he was eating), making sure Gandhi didn't sneak up on him and run him off. I will miss him, but will always have full reminders of him. I am sure that he was the father of Daniel, Beacons brother, and possibly the whole litter since they are black and black and white. Gandhi was all black and so is Daniel. Daniel is large like Gandhi, and has much the same body language. Life is a series of risks that we take. the risk of opening our hearts, and giving love. I do so gladly and would not change a thing. I will miss our big warrior, and think of him often as Daniel jumps in my lap or head bumps my leg for attention.