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Spenser has inoperable cancer. I have an appt to have him euthanized later this week (not put to sleep, for he will not wake; not put down because a sweet spirit like his can do nothing but rise). I have a short time left with him, and he is partially paralyzed so I take his frail body and warm him next to me. He still purrs. That’s the thing — he still purrs.

Tonight, I think Longfellow said it best:

THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
  And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
  And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
  Some days must be dark and dreary.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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