Peter Shelton

All things must pass

Posted in Animal Dreams by pshelton on May 5, 2010

The clink of the spoon on my cereal bowl rings like Pavlov’s bell.

It always triggered a response in Tonapaw, who would position himself on nonchalant high alert nearby, ready to lap up the last of the milk the second I set the bowl on the floor.

Turns out, it also triggers anticipation in me. I expect the cat to be there to play his part in our steady morning ritual. And now, for the first time in 10 years, he isn’t here. And that absence, the sudden gap in a familiar routine, pangs me only a little less each day. (more…)