Isn’t it funny how much we learn from our pets? Without
speaking, they teach us an incredible amount of shit about ourselves, about
life. They know us intimately and we them. Yet we never speak ……
Dobby taught me tolerance. She was a challenge from the minute we brought her
home and continued to grate on my every nerve until literally, the day Fiona passed
away. She was so in the moment when that happened, and she was patient
with me and knew not to ask me for anything except food. Then one day,
she jumped on my lap and I didn’t get annoyed with her and push her away. She
knew it was time for me to focus on her and to let her comfort me and me, her –
we became friends. Despite her sometimes annoying habits and her needy
ways, she taught me that it was okay for me to give in to her need for
affection. I don’t tend to be very good about that but she taught
me. I know I said no more pets but after last night, coming home to that
empty house, gathering up toys, beds, bowls, litter box, blanket…..sleeping
without that warm lump at my feet and no kitty to shoo off the bath mat when I
stepped out of the shower this morning, I have decided a house is not a home
without a kitty. Not right now but soon most likely………
