That is a photograph of our family cat, Bismarck, taken fifteen or so years ago. He is lying on my sister Mona's bed in our house on Cleveland Crescent in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia. I am not sure where the carved wooden frame came from, but at one time it had something else in it. One of my sisters tore out the other picture, trimmed this photograph to fit, and pasted it in.
Bismarck died in the late 1990s. A few years before, he had moved from Nova Scotia to an apartment in Toronto, where he wasn't allowed outside and there weren't too many people around. When he died I felt really sad, and I wished that his last years had been better.
But then I had a dream about him. I dreamed he was lying on Mona's bed, on that very same pink comforter, and purring and purring! It made me feel a lot better—I knew he was in a good place.
He was a good cat, as my grandfather might have said. I wish I could pet him right now!
Sis, I'm so glad you had that dream! Also that you have the picture. He was a good good cat, and was especially cute when he slept that way, with his little dotted upside-down nose.
ReplyDeleteThree black dots on his nose! Full name: Bismarck Felix Simon Graypuss Martin Roberts
ReplyDeleteHe was a very pretty cat!
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