An Introduction by NAL publisher Doug Draper
So a beloved cat or dog dies.For those of you who have been through that sorrowful experience, you may also know how alone you can feel when, still mourning the death of your friend, you go back out in the ‘real world’ and other people, who have never had the pleasure of sharing life with an animal, cannot relate to how you feel.
A number of years ago, one of my cats died suddenly before I left for work and I made the mistake of going to work anyway after an hour or two of trying to collect my feelings. I went out for lunch that day with people I thought were my friends – people I normally shared a few jokes with, along with some lively discussion around that morning’s headlines – and they treated me like I was a drag on the ticket. One of them, who had lost a sibling a year or two earlier, asked me rather abrasively how I could care more about the death of an animal more than the death of a person. I found the question astonishing and tried to answer that I care about the death of both.
This October 6, I received the following story from an old friend and journalism colleague Lawrence Pinsky, who lost a feline companion that day. It is a story that speaks to my long-held view that a close relationship with other animals can bring out the best in us and strengthen our reverence for all life on this earth.
By Lawrence PinskyIn the earliest of spring, 1999, Angel came into our lives (mine and my beloved kitty, Isadore’s) at our cozy little apartment on Melita Crescent In Toronto. Isadore’s (Izzie’s) mother had died about a year before and I somehow linked this with Izzie’s apparent lethargy. So I eventually had this “bright” idea to find him a companion, not too young, a kitty who would not over exert Izzie who was already 15.
I put out some feelers to a few animal clinics and within a day I had a call from one clinic saying they had a five-year-old female who had been living at the clinic for a while. Apparently one of the vets there had picked her up off the street some time ago and she shortly thereafter gave birth to four or five kittens, all of whom were now adopted. I told the caller a bit about myself and said I would be there right away to pick her up. The person seemed surprised that I would take her sight unseen. She told me that “Angel” was a lovely cat, but “not a show cat, nothing special to look at.” I said that I didn’t care what she looked like, not at all.
When I arrived at the clinic I found that Angel was in a large kennel with a boarding cat and was told that they’d often put her in with a boarding cat because she somehow made them feel more at home. This was sounding great to me! Angel was a brown tabby with a white belly and a white streak along her upper back and sea-green eyes. She was beautiful!! Continue reading














































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