I've not posted for a wee while, and my running has been a bit irregular without the discipline of C25K. Have been doing the B210K intermittently.
A horrible thing happened on Monday. My beautiful cat, Cleo, went out on Sunday night as usual, but didn't appear in the morning for her breakfast. That's not like her, and by the afternoon I was sure something was terribly wrong. I started looking for her, and asking neighbours to check their sheds and garages. By tea time I was sure she was dead - a 20 year old cat, but had been fine on Sunday. At half eight I thought about going for a run, but was too upset by then and decided to have another search of the garden, really by that time looking for her body. I looked under some trees, and found her tail. Just her tail. It was gruesome. I found some other bits too. A fox must have eaten her. She has always gone out at night, and it never, ever occurred to me that she could be killed and eaten by a fox.
So, tonight's run was a run for Cleo. It was a beautiful night, and part of my running has been about feeling a part of God's creation - bringing mind, body and spirit together. I still feel so sad - I had Cleo for almost 15 years, and I'm tearful typing this, but the run helped me feel that, I don't know, she's very much part of the life of this planet, still.
I really miss her.