We had to put down our 17 year old cat two days ago. I haven’t been able to see straight ever since. I feel shaky. Kind of lost.
“It was just a cat” are the words I think I see when people find out what our week was like.
Pain is pain. Period. Of course, if it was between a child and a pet, there would be no contest. I shouldn’t have to think or even write that, but….
Some folks just don’t get the place animals take, the pet thing, the corner of your heart they’ve seized and won’t let go of, if ever. Because they are family.
I sit here with tears flowing, and some may think it’s weak, but I heard my heart crack two days ago. Doesn’t the world need more animal lovers? Isn’t there enough animal abuse? Just last night I saw a news clip about two women who rescued 17 dogs from the streets of Puerto Rico. Some had been so neglected, skinny-starved, barely alive when found.
When my heart hurts, I find comfort in the outdoors, in the springtime life now bursting forth. I have been especially drawn to the blossoms in our yard. There are many types, shapes, many colors; they are beautiful and life-giving. They signify promise.
So yes, I’m gonna wander today, with camera in hand, and try to capture the life-giving essence of the days to come from the blossoms I see.
And, I’ll say goodbye to our beloved pet. Her name was Blossom. ❤
❤ Born April 1999, passed April 2016. ❤