Dec 15, 2013 20:13
Last night... I dreamed that we went to the shelter and adopted a young cat - a kitten, really, a domestic shorthair tabby - and the gender didn't matter, but the name meant "Life" or "World" or anything magical...
Emma. Zoe. Zoya. Gaia. Vita. Asha. Mira. Zena. Yuki. Saturn. Nova. Chronos. Rhea. Deus. Dragon. Elfin.
Why did it have to be so soon? My heart/mind already is desperate to fill that abyss. Rose was that kind of cat, after all. Everyone says their cat is incredibly unique. Rose was incredibly unique. I don't even know.
I know well enough that I need a cat whose personality and behavior involves pure love: holding, hugging, cuddling, nuzzling, trilling, adoration.
My heart needs time to heal. I know. But soon enough, that cat will be waiting for me.
I don't know what I will do. Emotionally dead one moment, sobbing wildly the next minute. I know this is normal.
Luna snuggles me and purrs louder than ever.
Yes. I want a third cat.
I don't know how I will feel or think tomorrow.
I am not used to thinking in the moment.
animals,
dreams,
cats,
love,
family,
depression,
anxiety,
animal shelters,
brain,
mind,
rose,
life and death,
pets