The Passing On of Humanity

My Cat, Total Strangers, Our Collective Soul

Pixabay, not my own cat — that is still too raw

Did he see that fabled bright white light and lean into it, or did it simply absorb him?

Did she look up at the stranger with a warm expectant greeting on her lips? Or did she feel an immediate sense of dread, a cellular fear carried all the way from her childhood…

Looking for the Kind in Humankind. Heart currently Code Blue.