Meet Cosmo. He's arrived home with us, just in time to greet the end of the world, in a couple of hours. When an "...earthquake so powerful all graves will be opened..." announces The Rapture. I am guessing Cosmo will play happily with the exposed corpses. He as spent hours rolling and tumbling, chasing and bobbing and leaping...
It's a lovely moment in time, and strange in some ways. There was a tender moment, earlier in the afternoon, when Cosmo lay on Lynda's chest and Lynda cried for Oswald. There is no way around the remembering as we welcome a new companion into our lives. I asked her what was happening, as she wiped tears from her eyes. We were so lucky to have him, she told me, talking about Oswald.
We were.
Poor old Oswald, who struggled those last weeks, age and disease demanding payment in full. This little bugger, Cosmo, has no idea about that stuff. He is too busy flipping about, doing triple gainers on the bedspread, attacking the invisible mouse our hands puppet under the sheets.
