This picture is dedicated to my cat, Mazel.
Early this summer, my childhood pet passed away. She struggled with lung cancer for her last few months, and her body failed her. I remember one day, while she still had some energy to walk, she just went to familiar places, sat, and silently watched. I think that on some level, she knew her time was coming. Or maybe she just wanted to be where she always had.
She was what she was, and her lungs were what they were too. At some point, the difficulty I saw her going through made me realize that no matter what I wanted, this was the cat that I cared about... and you have to say goodbye.
Don't wait to do the things that matter most to you, because in the end, you can't change who or what you are. Fly.
I know I've written about this in my journal before, but I felt I still wanted to make a picture dedicated to her. It happened that I found this photo while indexing my archives, and when I tried to think of a name for it, I remembered.