Mike just called. He is now looking more seriously at kidney transplants, asked if I were still willing. Of course I am. I didn't make the offer frivolously, and I have read about what it takes. He said he's floored that I would go so far beyond the call of duty. It just seems logical to me. I am a sibling, have good kidneys, should be a good match. We also are the same blood type, which can't hurt. He is filling out the forms so I figure I'll be hearing about the tissue testing next.
Overall I am feeling a lot better than I was yesterday. I have not gotten Simba out of my mind but I am coming towards acceptance and thinking of the things I can do to remember him. Frame one of the many pictures I took of him. Plant groundcover over his grave, something pretty to remind me. Donate to animal causes in his name. These things all help his death serve some purpose for me. I have often not done much in this way to remember the other animals I have lost. Maybe something in me is changing that I want to do this. One thing, of course, is just that I live alone and have more time to contemplate and think.