Today’s prompt from Kat McNally, is written by fellow blogger, Jill Salahub, whom I “met” through reverb last year and have been following ever since. Over the course of the past year, Jill prepared for the eventual loss of her sweet companion Dexter.
This past year, we have all experienced so much loss and experienced so much grief — in relationships, through sickness and death, from mental illness or abuse, because of finances, even due to the need for healthy change.
It is good to honor those shifts, to fully feel them, so that we can let go of what needs surrendered, and remember what is worthy of our love and gratitude.
What have you lost, what are you grieving?
Watching Jill go through the loss of her Dexter was difficult. I think that any time you open yourself up to loving a sweet animal, you have to prepare yourself for their eventual passing.
I started to write about my own very painful loss this year – the Sweet Peach cat – but then I realized that I’d already done that. When my almost 17 year old companion, the one who was
…with me when I was with Dax. She was with me as I figured out who I was on my own. She was there when I moved to MS alone and forged new relationships. She was with me in Kentucky. She absolutely loved Matt, and she’s been with me through this transition to marriage and yet another new path in my life…
I’m not sure that there’s much more that I can say about her that hasn’t been said there. My sweet girl, that I knew was slipping away from me but I wasn’t ready to admit should have already been gone, is gone.
We did take her home to Gumbo Acres, and she is buried with George Harrison, Stevie Ray Vaughn (Sweet Husband’s family names their pets after musicians), and Granny’s Taylor.
I am still ambivalent about the idea of another cat in our lives. Sweet Husband is a cat person. I’m OK with just the dogs. In the meantime, it’s as if the Blackberry has blossomed in her sister’s absence. My skinny little cat who has always been a skinny little cat is finally – at 12 years old – maturing. I bet the girl who has never weighed more than 7 pounds in her life is now tipping the scale at a solid 10. I suppose we will cross the kitty bridge when we get there.
But I still miss my Sneachy who would occasionally sneak out to bump her head under my chin and demand my attention. (I’d post a photo of her, but if you click on the link about her, you’ll see the best, recent photos of her. She was a beautiful girl)