When he came into our lives, we weren't two years into our marriage. It was my last year of seminary. Pauline had started her graduate studies at Temple University. Since then, Hobbes was with us nearly half our lives, and several moves on each coast. Last night while I stroked his fur--for a moment--Hobbes seemed like a last link to those first beginnings. But, no. We're still here, scrapping against our own feral fears and losses.
Funny thing about life...and death: just when you think you've read a story from the start to its end, you turn a page and find a fresh chapter.
"I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark." - attrib. Thomas Hobbes.
