On Death

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. ~William Penn

And thus I begin my post.

Within close to an exact month, Gus followed his brother into eternity. Though he looked to be in more pain, his death was quicker and merciful. The pain of death is only known by those who survive - George is a case in point. He's gunshy of everyone, will come out for no one, and thumps at every strange sound. He's scared, and he's alone, and I cannot explain to him why. I can only pray he does not follow their paths any time soon. I love him too dearly.

I miss you, my sweet, sweet boys.