life and death

Let us think for a moment about being reborn. Babies scream when they are born at the sheer horror of being. What would you do if you were reborn? Would you bawl? Would you shake and pout because "This isn't what I wanted!" Would you cry and cry until the nurses handed you over to your mother?

I didn't cry when my dog died. Hell, I didn't even care. I know I should've, but I couldn't bring myself to mind. Now that I have to put my cat down, I'm crying more than expected. I think I'm crying for both of them. Perhaps I'm crying for everyone who has ever died alone or unloved. My tears fall for the forgotten souls, with no one to mourn them, unbeloved.