Wednesday, April 20, 2011
In The Arms of an Angel
I sat reading blogs throughout the evening, and I came up to a post by I MAXIMUS about his brother Scampi. Scampi is now 22. Wow just think of about that. 22. He said he is losing Scampi a little day by day. Soon Scampi will be at the Bridge. I just lost it. I sat there and buried my head into my hands and wept. Abby was asleep in my lap and she immediately took notice of my pain. She started by nuzzling me gently and then she came up and turned over onto her stomach in my arms like you would cradle a baby and she was purring, LOUDLY. She kept on nuzzling me. Abby is a cat of comfort and she is my angel. She knows when I hurt and she comes to soothe the rawness out of my pain. I feel such empathy for Maximus because of the age of Scampi. I look at my teeny tiny comfort kitty and it does worry me, she will be 12 and I know in some ways that is not old, but in other ways it is. My fear -- my deepest fear is having to let go of her, but I try very hard not to let those thoughts creep too much into my mind -- although one day I will have to let her go and she will have to wait until we reunite with each other again, because I do believe she and I will be reunited because we share a special bond. She is my heart kitty. My comfort, my joy. But please take a moment and purr for Scampi, his days are fewer than most and there are aching hearts, including my own. You are in our purrayers Scampi.