The Appropriate Weight of Grief
Michael Zadoorian

A facebook friend shared this beautiful piece with me today. I was deeply touched by it. I hesitate to admit it, but I have cried for my cats more than for my parents. This surprised me greatly, and I was a bit ashamed of it, but both of my parents died of cancer. Their deaths were a relief not only to them but to all. I grieved them before they died. My cats lived to great ages for cats: 16, 18, and 18. Their final illnesses were short, and I think it was the desperate effort to snatch them back that contributed to making their deaths so hard.

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