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Eliza Page & the Memories of Animals Gone
Tis' the Season now to acknowledge those we're thankful for . . . and those we'll miss but not forget. Above are two previously unposted photographs of Eliza Page (click to enlarge; hit browser's Back button to return to previous page), a sweet and wonderfully loving cat who passed over earlier this Fall after a bout with cancer. Cafe Drake will always remember, on visits to our mother's home in Atlanta, Eliza's incessant need to sit atop one's lap at every opportunity, her fondness for Fromm's organic gourmet gravies and her gentle, kind nature. We also know that as long as one is remembered they never truly die, a point poignantly driven home this week by a dinner guest and old friend who brought up, in conversation, memories of Sweet Potato Page (Sailor's older brother, killed a year before Sailor's birth by a fall from a fourth-floor rooftop, leaping after a near-flying pigeon). Our previous animals are always with us, unable to touch physically perhaps but still touching our hearts, and making us better humans simply for knowing them.
Tis' the Season now to acknowledge those we're thankful for . . . and those we'll miss but not forget. Above are two previously unposted photographs of Eliza Page (click to enlarge; hit browser's Back button to return to previous page), a sweet and wonderfully loving cat who passed over earlier this Fall after a bout with cancer. Cafe Drake will always remember, on visits to our mother's home in Atlanta, Eliza's incessant need to sit atop one's lap at every opportunity, her fondness for Fromm's organic gourmet gravies and her gentle, kind nature. We also know that as long as one is remembered they never truly die, a point poignantly driven home this week by a dinner guest and old friend who brought up, in conversation, memories of Sweet Potato Page (Sailor's older brother, killed a year before Sailor's birth by a fall from a fourth-floor rooftop, leaping after a near-flying pigeon). Our previous animals are always with us, unable to touch physically perhaps but still touching our hearts, and making us better humans simply for knowing them.
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