Destiny & The Blog
A friend with a sharp eye noticed something, made an observation.
Here's what he said: "You've mentioned a number of things you
might blog about. But since Destiny died, you barely seem to blog
about any of those." It is true. Is it cause &
effect? I don't know. But the timing and the observation
are spot on.
Destiny, my cat for fourteen years, died on June 28th. I
sent an e-mail to some friends, entitled Destiny No More, with a nice
picture of her. I couldn't bring myself to blog about it.
Too fresh, too personal, too painful.
At first I would have these eerie events, in which it would seem as
though I'd see her. No, not a return from the other world or
anything of that sort. Something would catch the corner of my
eye, and it would bring to mind the way she'd furtively lurk around the
place, as cats do. Or I'd hear something that --before she'd
died-- might mean she was playing with a toy or bustling around in
another room, or coming to where I was. And I also had to
recondition myself, adjust to the new reality. No more Destiny
creeping around or jumping onto my lap, staring at me during a meal, or
mewing at me if I opened up a can of Tuna. I'd always let her
lick the can, and she'd pounce with utter delight as I'd put it to the
floor.
Time, of course, is all the grieving have on their side. Time
goes by, the thoughts and reminders are less prevalent or top of
mind. Another friend suggested last week that we go and get me
another cat. We'd taken her car to go have lunch, and she
was eager to help me find a new cat.
She'd drive, she said, let's go to the shelter and get you another
cat. I declined, feeling that the time wasn't right. I was
beyond the "sit around and mope" stage, but not ready to go see about
another cat. Another friend, who has had a parade of cats
over the 30+ years I've known him, had said, "when the time is right
you'll find another cat that will adopt you just like Destiny
did." I'm going with his call on this.
Here's one of my favorite pictures of Destiny.
Now it is 4.5 months since Destiny died. It just hits me now and then and at the oddest times how much I miss
her. This blog post began with fingers to the keyboard to write
about something else, and somehow an entry about the cat emanated from
my fingertips and onto the monitor.
I guess I'll blog about that other issue in a subsequent post.