Dear Jack Has Become a Saint
Our dear friend, Jack, died Thursday morning…peaceful, at home.
Our cat, Mimi, was at his side the entire time, and only left when Jack passed on. She came out of his bedroom, walked down the hallway, and plopped herself next to Fran, Jack’s wife, on the sofa. Fran knew Jack had gone on.
Mimi has always been that kind of a cat. When Lily was a baby, whenever she would cry, Mimi would come zooming across the house and jump up to be beside Lily, licking the tears from her face. She would curl up at night next to Lily in bed. She has the ability to read emotions like a fat, blue-point Buddha covered in gray and white fur. With whiskers. And paws. (And occassional stinky fish breath…)
So, I dedicate this morning to Jack, for living a fine life….in tennis, radio, film, television; and as a bicyclist, fiddle player, husband, father, friend, neighbor…and to Mimi, and all her animal wisdom.
For the bond between man and mammal.
Raise a glass of O.J. and take a sip to life’s sweetness…! To Jack!