Sadly our beautiful, curious little girl has left us this week. At only 18 months old this seems unjust and I am sad for the little hole she will leave in my family's home and for the little sister she leaves behind.
After hearing the news, my partner sent such a sweet thought my way:
'I'm sending my energy to little Holly so her journey
wherever she is going will be safe. I hope she has
lots of cats to play with.'
I couldn't help be thankful: thankful that she mewed her way into our home and hearts, but even more thankful that I have someone who understands how important that is.
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My kitty looked much like yours. Pitch black, green eyes, and absolutely beautiful. She was killed by a car this past November and it broke my heart. Beyond. I still miss her, and LOVE that my sweet husband and many of my closest friends understand how much she meant to me.
We named her Liza (after Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady) because she was poor and pitiful when we found her, but inside her resided a queen.
Whether they die, or simply move away, it's such a loss, and always hard.
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