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(With all of our outgoing activities, though, the month of November was also a sad — and educational — one for us. Our 16-year-old cat, Willy, had first shown signs of illness last summer. The veterinarian told us that the cat’s heart was failing. As Jane worked on “Unknown” Reality, Willy often lay on her lap, and we felt his approaching death with heavy hearts of our own.

(He died on November 5, 1976, while at home with us. The courageous acquiescence of his death made us feel humble and ignorant — and in awe of nature’s mysteries — because certainly Willy died with a kind of absolute trust that people find most difficult to achieve. I buried him in the backyard. Now seldom do we go in or out of the driveway without glancing at the group of rocks I placed upon his grave.

(The weekend following Willy’s death, though, Jane insisted that we get a “new” kitten at once. She was afraid that if we didn’t, she, at least, would never have another pet — so we found “Willy Two” at an area humane society. He’s so small, he still almost fits in just one of my hands. During this evening’s session, he slept curled up on the couch beside me.