Monk

Another thing about moving is finding old photos. Monk's real name was Skippy. He had an extra long tail, two inches longer than the average cat's when measured by ruler, and it had a white tip at the end. It looked like a monkey's tail, and through a metamorphosis of cute silly nicknames, he became better known as "Monk".

I recently heard a Buddhist teacher speak about relationships. He pointed out that all relationships end. They end either through death or estrangement. Once we fully understand and accept that, we are free to love. We spend so much time worrying that someone will leave us, or in fear of the day we will lose them. But all relationships end, either in death or estrangement. Knowing that gives us the freedom to truly love. It really helped to hear that. But I still wish Monk would just come back.