The world doesn't make sense

This is a follow up to my article "Farewell to Pixie" http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474977225518&nav=Namespace

This posted on my relative's website on January 9th. He created the title, this is his reaction...

About 5:00 P.M.Eastern time, I was beginning to type the news when I took a break to look for our cat. She was outside as was her custom for the past 4 1/2 years she has lived with us. Going into the garage I saw her, but she didn't look right. I carried her into our kitchen and my wife and I agreed that we should rush her to the vet.

After about 2 hours of tests and xrays, it was determined that she had an enlarged heart and was desperately ill. Maybe she wouldn't survive the night. We took her home and listened throughout the night as she periodically moaned in pain. If possible, her pain was only eclipsed by the emotional pain that my wife and I felt. This morning we took her back to the vet to have her put to sleep.

As I look at the articles I have posted and reflect on the studies that have become my life for the past few years, everything seems so meaningless. Any animal lover who has had a pet die after bonding, knows the pain ofloss to which I refer. Evil is all around and in control of much of the world. Murder, theft, rape, torture and any other type of pervertedbehavior is pandemic in our world today. Many of us struggle with jobswe hate, financial problems, marital problems, medical problems andjust the discomfort that life brings.

Our pets are more than company for us. My cat became more than just a cat. She was my friend. After rescuing her from homelessness, she became very attached to me and I to her. She followed me everywhere and always looked at me adoringly with simple love. She had become part of my life. In many ways some of the best parts of my life. The whole world can go to hell in a handbasket, but some how, my cat, my friend could make it all seem all right. In the middle of the madness, she made it make sense.

Now she's gone--just that fast and I find myself in mourning as if I had lost a close friend, because I did. Today I look at all of the depressing things that the evil forces in this world have in store for. They were there yesterday and will undoubtedly be there tomorrow. What is missing is myfriend to help me make sense of my world. Tomorrow, it starts up again and I shall do my best. There is a hole in my heart, but I know our duty is to do our best to be the light of the world.

For now my struggle will be to, once again, make this world make sense