I was heartbroken to discover Tuesday morning that Sonny, my favorite cat, had died during the night. I have no idea what killed him, but I found him spread out in one of his favorite sleeping spots, so I assume he died in his sleep.
I’ve only had Sonny for a couple of years, but he had become my favorite of my current group of cats. He was the most friendly and loving of all the ones I have now — and one of the most loving and trusting I’ve ever known. He was constantly at my elbow and in my lap — always wanting my attention.
I never like to lose any of them, but to lose this one really, really hurts. Even though I only had him for about two years, it feels as though he’s been here forever, just because he had quickly played such a central role in my everyday life.

Promises from childhood don’t always serve our needs today
Experience with God taught me that my theology was too small
Sharing mundane details of life is underrated joy of loving someone
On National Dog Day, remember how love can change any of us
Forgiveness has more power than political agenda in hateful tragedy
Illusions we project for others allow us to remain hidden inside
If you ask wrong questions about politics, you’ll get wrong answers
Plans change and people hurt us, but we often need to start over