Only thing worse than saying goodbye and wondering if you'll ever see someone again is to say goodbye, knowing you won't. And so is the case with Marley.
Faithful friends and confidents are rare, and cherished. Friends that let you lean on them anytime are sparse. Friends who help you through the trials and tribulations of heartbreak, the joys of triumph, relationship woes and flows, and even some buzzed up ramblings, are friends you always, always hope to be by your side. And all of that was found in Marley.
Ah, but who is this 'Marley" of which I speak? Well, the same Marley you all know. The Marley you knew. The Marley that holds the most perfect spot in your heart, now that you're done finding that special place.
You see, Marley was a cat. Marley was a new friend's cat. And Marley lived to be a ripe old 21. Amazing. A beach cat, kept at a resort in Negril. 21 years. Says something for the air, the purity and, probably mostly, the casual, Irie vibe of 7 Mile Beach, and Jamaica as a whole.
I didn't meet Marley. But my own Marley, Baby, passed about three days sooner than Jamaica Marley. Baby was with us for 18 years, having found us as a cast aside stray, left on her own in the woods. She had her own specialness that was as sweet as they get. Ouch.
And so I send condolences, and vibes for relief soon from grief, to my friend, and to all friends who have lost their own Marley.
Someone very wise one said:
Everytin's gonna' be alright.
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