Last night I came home after a games night and went to sit down on my couch and just expected to see her there. Waiting for me. Curled up and napping. Her bright green eyes would open up at the sound of my approach and a "breowwww" would escape her mouth as she stretched and got up to say hello. My friend and companion of 20 years. She was my first pet - the first one I chose for myself. I was 10 and my Dad took my sister and I to a house where someone was giving away a batch of kittens for free. I saw her there - the smallest, scrawniest little kitten of the batch and the only black one. The rest of the kittens were tabby. I was drawn to her and ran and grabbed her right away. There was no question, no considering, this was my cat. We had our ups and downs but she was always there. Now she's not and it's left a hole. A hole that is extremely hard to describe, especially to those who couldn't possibly understand. I still feel her and when I remember that the feeling is just a memory, it hurts. I miss you little one.
So I went over to the Harris household for what Laura and I have dubbed a cupcake date! For those of you who don't know who Laura is, she is Jonathon's little sister (refer to the story about Jonathon if you're not sure who Jonathon is). The cupcakes were so fun to make and turned out pretty good! Ever since Jonathon passed away about a year ago his family has kind of adopted me as the closest they'll ever have to a daughter in law. None of us know of course whether things would have worked out between Jonathon and me, but regardless of this fact and their acknowledgement of it, they have welcomed me as one of their own. It makes me happy that I made Jonathon happy for the short time he was in my life. I find myself connecting with his family on so many levels and feeling so at home with them. I have mixed feeling about all of this, but I think Jonathon would be happy that I met his family and continue to spend time with them. I hope I can be something of a comfort ...
Comments
Post a Comment