Tuesday I donated some of my deceased cats’ beds to the local animal shelter. They were well used, but still warm and usable, and it felt right to donate them.
While there, I walked through the cat room. I heard a meow and looked down, and saw this handsome guy.
His shelter name is “Fabio.” He is a young intact male, who was a stray. He is calm, loving, and extremely interested in humans.
I asked to hold him and was left alone with him. I snuggled him around my neck and he purred as my tears rained down on him. Oh, the feeling of a young healthy cat was incredible. After a few minutes I got down to business and checked him out. He allowed me to look in his mouth, handle his feet and claws, and even rub his belly.
The shelter director came in and stated that he is special. Yes, I could tell. She talked to me a while and I told her the stories of my three losses the last 8 months. She cried with me. I then watched the kitty as he walked around the cat room, totally at ease.
My feelings caught up with me, and all the sadness of my losses came crashing down again. Am I really ready to do this again? Will I live with regret if I don’t do this? I am just so confused.
In the two days since, he (whom I have renamed in my mind), has been on my mind a lot. I have showed his photos to my husband and daughter. Both seem neutral about it. It is all on me. And I can’t pull the trigger…yet.
Any wise words of advice?
While there, I walked through the cat room. I heard a meow and looked down, and saw this handsome guy.
His shelter name is “Fabio.” He is a young intact male, who was a stray. He is calm, loving, and extremely interested in humans.
I asked to hold him and was left alone with him. I snuggled him around my neck and he purred as my tears rained down on him. Oh, the feeling of a young healthy cat was incredible. After a few minutes I got down to business and checked him out. He allowed me to look in his mouth, handle his feet and claws, and even rub his belly.
The shelter director came in and stated that he is special. Yes, I could tell. She talked to me a while and I told her the stories of my three losses the last 8 months. She cried with me. I then watched the kitty as he walked around the cat room, totally at ease.
My feelings caught up with me, and all the sadness of my losses came crashing down again. Am I really ready to do this again? Will I live with regret if I don’t do this? I am just so confused.
In the two days since, he (whom I have renamed in my mind), has been on my mind a lot. I have showed his photos to my husband and daughter. Both seem neutral about it. It is all on me. And I can’t pull the trigger…yet.
Any wise words of advice?