When you find death or death finds you what is it like? Your cat on the floor, I remember that. The first time you felt something taken from you you treasured and knew from the time of its birth. Because it was a part of you, you felt a kind of death yourself. You were there when the cat was born, you had the mother still. You had her put down years later, you dug the grave. It was a healing process, a loving thing, to bury the dead. To wrap them in a shirt as one might swaddle a child. So this is you getting a taste of death but there is more to follow. You know this, you learn to accept the world for what it is. The fact that life and death go hand in hand, the two coincide. We don’t “find death” any more than death finds us, for we are never far apart. We overlook the great significance of what it means to live and die until we have no other choice. And then how we wish we had sooner.