To all of you who shared your own stories of loss, and left condolences on the passing of my dad, please know I read every single one of them, and they meant so much to me. The first day after he was gone was so quiet and strange. We had become accustomed to the sound of his oxygen machine, and when we turned it off, the silence was deafening, and we’d become so used to talking in whispers, that it took us several hours to start using our normal indoor voices, but we are all doing fine now, and more than anything feel relief that he isn’t suffering and struggling for every breath.
The day after he passed away, I jokingly told my mom she should get a pet to keep her company.
We had lots of pets when I was growing up, but my mom isn’t really a big animal person herself, and she responded, “No way.”
I knew that would be her response, but just had to test the waters anyway.
But today my sister and I were walking from my sister’s house back to my mom’s when we heard a pitiful meowing. Her dogs took off running toward the sound and we spotted a little kitty on the side of the dirt road. Moments later, we heard another meow, and there sat another little kitty. We picked the kittens up, then scouted around to make sure there weren’t any more.
Most of her neighbors (there are only a few) were gone at work, so we couldn’t check to see if the kittens belonged to any of them, but my mom and sister live in a very rural area, where sadly animals frequently get dumped, or are wild because there are many people who have pets that aren’t neutered or spayed, so we don’t really expect anyone to claim them, although we will try to find the owners.
In the meantime, we continued over to my mom’s house with the two kittens in hand.
We told her we had a surprise for her, and she responded exactly as I figured she would, “Oh, good grief!”
We’re trying our best to convince her that she may need those little kitties as much as they need someone to care for them.
We don’t have her convinced yet, but in the meantime we discussed names for them.
They are both girls, so my vote is for Lucy and Ethel.
Getting a photo of them together was nearly impossible. The black one wouldn’t sit still for more than a split second.
This little girl was a very cooperative subject though, and if we didn’t already have two cats back home, I would be tempted to take one of them.
Wish us luck that we either find the owners, or that Lucy and Ethel meow their way into my mom’s heart! 🙂
My husband and youngest son drove out to pick me up, so we’ll be hitting the road this evening to go back home.
I’ve said so many goodbyes in the last few months, that I hate to do it again, but I am ready to get back home with all of my family.
Vaya con Dios,