An Elegy

 I've been sitting in the family room with Sam on my lap listening to music and knitting.   We were listening to Tchaikovsky's Trio in A Minor, op 50, from this collection of recordings by the Beaux Arts Trio.

There are a couple of mournful cello solos in the work, and each time one of these would begin, Sam would let out a deep sigh and slump against my leg, hanging his head over my knee.  I am not sure if cats respond to music, or if he was just responding to subtle movements I was making in response to the music, but it struck me as particularly poignant, in no small part because Sam was never been much of lap cat, much preferring to curl up with his sister Tori, who passed away last week.

While we listened to this rather brooding and incredibly lyrical (and incredibly difficult) work the fog over the river lifted and the sun came out, greeting us with promises of a bright sunny day.

Comments

[K-Line]

I think Sam senses the loss of his furry partner. How lovely that you can sit quietly together and take comfort.

[materfamilias]

Awww! I'm sorry about the loss of your cat, but it sounds as if you're finding some solace.
I've been fortunate enough to have seen the Beaux Arts Trio in person once -- I suppose you've had numerous such occasions. They really are wonderful.