Clouds in Many things

I was in the car with my brother this afternoon and on the way home the clouds looked a bit dark and heavy it if it’ll rain eventually. Farther away the clouds were brighter and more defined as if it was drawn in details. My brother wishfully said that our dog and cat that passed away were playing in those clouds.

It reminded me of the card I received with my cat’s ashes. There was a poem written about how they’re in a world between heaven and hell. How they’re happy and playing with other animals. And that one day they’ll stop what they’re doing and use their nose to pick up a familiar scent. That’s the day we’ll meet again.

If they’re out there, somewhere, looking down at us. Will they still like me after realizing how rotten and hopeless I am.

Probably not.