Turn Over

Attachments to animals can be made before one realises that a bond has formed and even then, you may not discover that there is a link until that link is broken.  Hurt, because you have been left to feel the emptiness of a place once filled and because you did not give permission for the loss to happen.

Sadness, yes, for self, left to sit and cry, bemoan the why of the situation and falter when what others want is strength and the assurance that ‘she’ll be right mate’, but all you can think of is that the situation just can’t be right.  

Then you reach a point where emotion is no more, you do what the diary had planned for the day, simply because you can’t think of anything else to do.  Days convert too weeks, just when you think you have formed your new unemotional being you hear a noise in your closet and feel, frightened.  

Hoping that some nasty rodent has not invaded your space you release some of the self-sorrow and plan an attack.  Opening the closet door as quick as you can, you shift the hanging clothes, because you can hear the noise coming from the bottom left corner, and when the clothes move, they reveal Tabitha.  She is no rodent to be demolished.  You thought Tabitha the second cat had left you too, because you had not been good company.

Beside Tabitha, you notice a wriggling mass that you cannot resist, and because you have not been your best lately you find some manners, and ask permission first, to touch and stroke each of the six kittens.  Tabitha blinks and purrs, looks you in the eye, and you swear she is chiding you for hanging onto what is not, life brings change, and will never remember loss for long, because something new is just is around the corner.  Life always moves on.