I have been reading about something
Dec. 16th, 2007 06:20 pmQuite a bit lately, I have been reading about people losing their pets due to age, illness, or accident.
I have had a few cats in my life. And every time I have been adopted by a cat or kitten, it is always tinged with sorrow. We live so much longer than they do. And as much happiness and joy the kitten/cat will bring, I know that one day, I will have to say goodbye. When I got Keito, and even when I looked into Loki's kitten face and my heart melted, part of me said "One day you are going to break my heart." Didn't stop me from bringing them home. Didn't stop me from being wrapped about their little paws, answering every mew.
Affy was adopted from Cat Haven by us at the age of 2 to 3 yrs. He wasn't well treated by his previous humans, and was very afraid of our feet. From the chipped fang, and the healed split in his tongue, I can only surmise he had been kicked in the face. It took lots of patience, and time, but he came to trust us. Then he came to love us. Someone forgot to tell him he was a cat, and he would growl at anyone he didn't know coming up our driveway. Fierce Panther! He became very affectionate, and had a habit of drooling when he was brushed, or petted. He loved to sleep with aikidomayland, and to watch him while he was working.
Affy disappeared 7 months ago. I passed out flyers all over the neighborhood. For weeks I held out hope he would come home. What no one saw was me mourning the loss of my big black pookah. I missed him, and I still do. Even now part of me hold out a dim hope that he will come to the back door and demand to be let in, even though the logical part of me knows that won't happen.
Even though we are devastated with the loss of a pet who becomes so entwined in our lives, it doesn't stop us from opening our homes to a foundling, or even that purebred in the shop. Even though we know it will cause us to weep and mourn at their passing, we still bring them into our lives. Why? Nonjudgmental love and affection. They don't care if we don't make megabux. They don't care if we don't wear the latest in fashion. They don't care if we are one of the beautiful people or not. They accept us, and love us unconditionally. All they ask for is something to munch on, a place to sleep, and return of affections.
"Affy - 1997(?)- May 2007(?)"
I have had a few cats in my life. And every time I have been adopted by a cat or kitten, it is always tinged with sorrow. We live so much longer than they do. And as much happiness and joy the kitten/cat will bring, I know that one day, I will have to say goodbye. When I got Keito, and even when I looked into Loki's kitten face and my heart melted, part of me said "One day you are going to break my heart." Didn't stop me from bringing them home. Didn't stop me from being wrapped about their little paws, answering every mew.
Affy was adopted from Cat Haven by us at the age of 2 to 3 yrs. He wasn't well treated by his previous humans, and was very afraid of our feet. From the chipped fang, and the healed split in his tongue, I can only surmise he had been kicked in the face. It took lots of patience, and time, but he came to trust us. Then he came to love us. Someone forgot to tell him he was a cat, and he would growl at anyone he didn't know coming up our driveway. Fierce Panther! He became very affectionate, and had a habit of drooling when he was brushed, or petted. He loved to sleep with aikidomayland, and to watch him while he was working.
Affy disappeared 7 months ago. I passed out flyers all over the neighborhood. For weeks I held out hope he would come home. What no one saw was me mourning the loss of my big black pookah. I missed him, and I still do. Even now part of me hold out a dim hope that he will come to the back door and demand to be let in, even though the logical part of me knows that won't happen.
Even though we are devastated with the loss of a pet who becomes so entwined in our lives, it doesn't stop us from opening our homes to a foundling, or even that purebred in the shop. Even though we know it will cause us to weep and mourn at their passing, we still bring them into our lives. Why? Nonjudgmental love and affection. They don't care if we don't make megabux. They don't care if we don't wear the latest in fashion. They don't care if we are one of the beautiful people or not. They accept us, and love us unconditionally. All they ask for is something to munch on, a place to sleep, and return of affections.
"Affy - 1997(?)- May 2007(?)"
