As I continue to grapple with yesterday's awful turn of events, I keep thinking about something I would tell my cat, Sylvia, when she wasn't eating enough.
"Sylvia, please eat," I'd say. "I need you to be immortal. In fact, I want everyone in my family, humans and cats alike, to live forever."
I know life doesn't work that way, but that didn't stop me from telling Sylvia. It won't stop me from wishing that my next cat has eternal life, either.
