|Donald Gregg with Shadow (undated photo)|
Shadow, our feral cat, passed away earlier this month, very peacefully. She had been shutting down for a couple of weeks, eating less and less, and moving with a bit of stiffness. My wife, Meg, and I found her about noon, when we returned from yoga class, lying very gracefully, as though asleep.The ground was soft, so I was able to dig her grave easily, near a favorite tree she used to scamper up, close to the old play house. . . . A few hours before Shadow died, for some strange reason I remember what we would say as children when on a swing, and we stopped pumping: “Let the old cat die.”Well, die she did, and the first time I ever picked her up was to lay her in her shroud to be buried.Shadow, true to her name, has slipped away. It was a strange but very fulfilling relationship. We shall miss her.