My ride is almost here.
It will be the chariot of fire, but the one pulling the wheels will be unicorns with golden wings.
On the steering will be angels and cherubs in their trumpets and drums and choir.
It will be raining rose petals across rainbow bridge.
When I took him home from the colony, one of the young shopkeepers in the diner told me Spots loves to go to their mobile shop, sleep on the dashboard and won’t come down before they all gives him a ride around the park.
Artemis had never gone out of the house before, since I found him as a wee kitten nobody wanted.
Today I will be riding around town and show them the hillside in their glory under the sun one last time, before dropping off at the vet’s office to help them see the light at the end of the tunnel, and embrace the extended hand of God, where they will find healing and eternal peace.
Despite rallying up for weeks, Spots and Artemis had stopped responding to their medication and have been gradually declining. They have multiple organ failures.
Artemis is five years old, Spots is only three.
Average cat’s life in Indonesia is five years.