This evening Laura and I had a somber and somewhat soggy toast with dinner. "Here's to Risks". We were honoring little Risk-the-Runt who didn't beat the 50/50 odds the books gave him. We were also celebrating risk-taking. Not the kind of risk that invites danger. We don't think we caused the little guy acute suffering and we were not trying to be heroic. It just looked like he had a shot at living on even though he failed to thrive amongst his 6 siblings. We are glad we invested in him. Amazed at how quickly heart strings entangle. Heartened by the interest others took in the little guy. And rekindled in our appreciation for life and its fragility.
Scotch the kitten reminds us it is worthwhile to take risks and gain new perspective.