If there were a TV on my forehead . . .
If there were a television screen on my forehead, people would see a dark, stormy sky. There are clouds swirling. Trees are bending in all different directions, and dust is blowing everywhere. At the center of the storm, in the eye, they would see JR Kitty. He's dying today. But on my screen, he's a kitten. His fur is white and his points (ears, tail, feet) are dark gray. His blue eyes are bright and curious, and obviously intelligent. You can almost see how soft his little padded feet are. When he walks away, his tail is up, a little question mark above his little pink butt.
JR Kitty (he was just JR until I met my husband, JR, 10 yrs ago) has been a part of my life for over 15 years. I adopted him - saved him - when he was only a day old. I cared for him and he cared for me. It is ripping my heart out to see him grow weaker, and I know that I will have to take him for that final trip to the vet very soon. My eyes are already swollen from all the tears I have shed. I spent the day sitting in the bathroom with JR Kitty, holding him and loving him. Savoring every moment with him. And angry that our furry family members do not live longer. Angry that I have to lose my baby. So, the storm inside me rages on.
JR Kitty (he was just JR until I met my husband, JR, 10 yrs ago) has been a part of my life for over 15 years. I adopted him - saved him - when he was only a day old. I cared for him and he cared for me. It is ripping my heart out to see him grow weaker, and I know that I will have to take him for that final trip to the vet very soon. My eyes are already swollen from all the tears I have shed. I spent the day sitting in the bathroom with JR Kitty, holding him and loving him. Savoring every moment with him. And angry that our furry family members do not live longer. Angry that I have to lose my baby. So, the storm inside me rages on.