Death is one of the hardest concepts I’ve ever dealt with in my life. I suppose that’s one thing even humans have a hard time understanding. I lost my brother Spitter when he was too young to die. But he did. The blind guy thought it was poison and murder. I have no idea. All I know is that I had lost a brother that I could never have back.

Sometimes I still miss him. I know when we cats die, we leave our physical bodies behind. But our essence lives on. We go somewhere else that is hard to describe to those who are still living. I know that’s not a very good description, but it’s the truth. In some ways, there is an important part of us that never dies. It lives on as the physical body decays and dies. We shed the physical body as if it were old, worn out clothing.

Death is also a separation from our loved ones who are still living in physical bodies. That part I don’t like very well. I could still see those I loved, but without a physical body, they weren’t as likely to see me. That just isn’t fair. My girl was aware of me. She knew I was still around with her. She didn’t mind my presence. She felt as if she had lost her best friend. In a way she did lose her best friend. I don’t know how I became that to her. She doesn’t know either. But in one way, we are still connected to this day. It’s a strong spiritual bond. Once I have a new physical body and we met again, we will know in some respect that we are still friends.