Ethel and Lucy play in the garden.
Mornings are my favorite time of day. I love to get up and open my bedroom door to see my two hungry kitties waiting for me. We go downstairs together- being careful not to get entangled in each others’ legs and paws. Lucy and Ethel wait patiently while I make my coffee and as soon as I flip the switch the meowing begins. I walk the familiar walk to the cupboard and get the can of food out. I wash their bowls and divide the chow, placing it on the floor with fresh water, all the while chatting with them about what good and patient girls they are. I find this little ritual so comforting in the morning. Kitties and coffee. A new day and a new beginning.
This morning I am missing my Lucy. Ethel is on a hunger strike. Something is amiss in the house. Last Thursday night my beautiful Lucy succumbed to the whims of a big black dog walking by. She was much too ladylike and a bit too arthritic to outsmart or outrun him. I miss her most in the mornings when she is not there waiting for me on the other side of my bedroom door.
It’s been a week and my heart is still broken. With all the turmoil in our world- people losing homes and loved ones to natural disasters, to cancer and other diseases, war, joblessness. etc. - I feel a little guilty indulging myself in this sadness over an animal. Regardless, I am missing her today.
I’m sorry for the loss of your kitty, Rosemarie, and I sympathize. Our big orange kitty Jake has been gone 2 weeks now – he had been with us 10 years and had developed kidney problems, he was miserable and so were we, so we had to make the touch decision. So it’s just us and our little orange kitty Elwood now. I have sort of been in denial about it. It’s OK to miss your sweet Lucy. Give Ethel a chin scratch from me, hopefully she’ll come around and like being the only kitty, like Elwood has seemed to do.
Pegggggy, Ethel is beginning to really enjoy being my “only”. It’s bittersweet.
Rosemarie,
All things great and small have their value and can be missed. A small part of your life is not there anymore and I believe it is good to recognize this and share your loss. Where would we be without the little creatures that we share our life with? What would it say about ourselves if we didn’t speak of their memory?
Sorry for your loss.
jeff
So sweet to share this ache with friends. Thank you for your kind comments.
I really liked what Jeff D said — couldn’t say it any better, and so I echo his comments. And to hear about what happened to Lucy makes even more tragic. Oh, I feel for you dear friend.
I’m so sad for you and so sorry for your loss. I truly believe that pets are not just pets, they are your family and mostly your best friends. I am getting all choked up reading about Lucy. I’m hurting with you!!
Thank you Erin! I miss my little fur ball girlfriend soooo much!
Lucy means “light” and she truly was a shining light in your world. The light has been extinguished but the memory lasts forever. And all these things were stored in her heart.