It has been a week friends. Losing my kitty has been so hard, and I know many of you have had the same experiences with ones you've loved. I knew she was going to leave us for awhile. I think it did help me in some ways to prepare myself for her loss. I had prepared my mind and my heart as much as I could. I see now, how depressed I was over the last few months, knowing the loss was coming.
I expected to
be sad, but then there are all the moments I didn't plan for. The first
time my husband left the house and there was no singing. The first time
I came home without a floofy belly to greet me. Realizing I could leave
a glass of water by my bedside without fear of cat saliva. Brushing my
teeth and being able to spit without worrying about hitting a cat head.
Closing a door in my house, any door other than the hall closet where
the Evil Dyson lives, without an angry serenade.
as this week has been it has also been filled with very touching
moments. Reading all the comments from all over the world has touched
our hearts. Animal people are great people.
think about writing, I ask for the inspiration to write things that make
others feel something, or think about something in a new way. Often it
is through laughter, but what ever the tone in the end I want my words
to mean something to my reader. As we read all those beautiful words sent by others, I realized I have touched people with my words. Sure they were spoken as my beloved cat, but they spoke to our humanity.
I remember a literary agent read our book and her critique was that the book was just about my cat. She asked what was special about my cat - did she do anything special?
cure cancer? No, she's just a housecat... She doesn't get out too
much." I said, knowing that I would probably need to self-publish.
didn't have the right answer then, but I do now... Of course she was
special, but she was also no more special than the kitties in the lives
of my readers. If you love them, all cats are special. All cats are
perfectly imperfect when you love them.
I have had a few people ask me if I will get another pet - knowing how
sad these moments are - and the answer is yes, of course. I would never
trade all the joy and love that came before to avoid this pain. Pain is fleeting and it too has its
lessons to teach me. My heart is still broken, but it's also open.