“Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun.
Of secret worlds incredible”
I’m so sorry for your loss, but what a beautiful and insightful way to think about all of this, about the isolation of our own existences after they’re gone.
I still feel the gravitational pull of our own passed cats, the density of the ongoing grief, even after years and years of their absence.
A cat who’s second only to this cat! Big Miles fan here.