Empathy

My big kitty Lyle died on Labor Day Monday and I was able to witness Jake's compassion. He watched me carefully as I cared for Lyle over the long weekend. He asked a lot of questions. Why did Lyle go to the doctors? Would he be ok? I shared honestly with him. When Lyle finally died, Jake felt my pain. He touched my tears and cried himself. He kept hugging me and staying close by. As I comforted him, I felt my own sadness fade. Lyle was well loved and loved in return. RIP, Big Guy!