This is about my Abby. Abby is a 6 year old miniature tuxedo manx. She is quite a colorful character and a true joy to our lives. Abby was given up for adoption because she was too affectionate, and she needed attention her former owners didn't feel equipped to give. She is a very loyal loving little girl. She is only 4 1/2 pounds. Abby was adopted into our household of 4 other cats. She is transitioning into her new surroundings, which she is finding challenging. She has become the alpha cat by asserting herself to the other cats. She has two adopted sisters, Boo who is a 1 1/2 year old tuxedo kitty, Gracie is a 6 month old tan and black tabby, her two adopted brothers are Ping, who is a red Tabby and finally Jinx who is a grey tabby.
It was August 15,2005 when I wrote that. My how times have changed. We've all gotten older and most of us a little plumper. (Except Boo she's gotten a bit slimmer) But we're all still hanging in there. So may things have come and gone since 2005 but it's all been exciting and fun to see the changes. We've met many friends along the way, quite a few have gone to the Rainbow Bridge, and we truly miss them. But we all know that we will see them again. We look forward to the future whatever it brings and also to meeting and making new friends and keeping up with all of our long time friends. Thank you for taking this wonderful journey with us, you've helped so very much to make this so special for us.
Thursday Morning Update
I put this post together a few weeks ago. I did that because I had "missed" a few important birthdays and anniversaries! Oh how I was chastised by the kitties for that. So as you can probably surmise this was done long before Abby's condition was uncovered. In so many ways this is even more poignant. The picture taken of her on the kitchen table was done on August 12,2005. A mere eight years later she left me on August 12, 2013. Kismet. This blog was created for Abby. She was my voice, she was the leader of the band, and she still is leading but in a different way. She is leading me on a journey that ended for her but began for me. I don't know where she is going to take me but I'm on my way. She never promised it would be an easy journey, but I think she will be my inspirational beacon of light and one day of healing. Right now the feelings are just too raw and too close to the surface for me to be able to do much of anything but hold on for the ride where ever it takes me. Abby has made it so my heart aches for her, oh does it ever, but she has also allowed me to be able to understand things with my head. Things my heart so much wants to reject, but I know that I can't. I am sick at heart that Abby is not here to see this day, but that was true yesterday and the day before. I am just heart sick she is not here as she was prior to July 28th. I know that we can't go back in time, that all we can do is move forward, and all of our furries do not carry the burden of remorse like we humans do. I suspect they have little use for that emotion. But, it is a process I will have to work through and I can see there is no time table to accomplish this progression of metamorphosis.
Today was meant to be a celebration of eight glorious years of blogging. Little did I know that when I constructed this posting, Abby would have flown away. There is still much to celebrate but today I am afraid it will have to be a quiet day of reflection for me. If you would so honor my Abby girl today I am putting the link from a Tweet from gratefulness.org of Candles lit in Abby's name. If anyone would like to light a candle for Abby I know she would love to hear from you. I know I would.
I will not turn Abby's blog into a sad place but I do need to continue to work through my evolution of loss and sorrow. Abby's Daddy wanted me to tell everyone again how grateful he is for all the tender kindnesses that everyone has shown all of us.It is with great humility that I will continue to ask for your support as we travel further each day away from Abby's last day. It is something I wish I was able to not do, but I will be marking in my mind and heart each day as I move further and further away from her loss. Right now, the hardest thing I am bearing is that separation. I know each one of you who has suffered the same loss, knows of what I am speaking of. I know many of you have told me it does get easier and I do believe time has a way of softening the rawness. With each loss I have had in my life, I do know that to be true, yet right now my heart wants to reject that notion and hold on to Abby tighter than ever, and I know for my healing, I must release her. One day. Just not today. It's too soon.
So my dear Angel Abby
I still went out
I looked up at a nearly
and I told you
I love you
to the moon
and this shall always be true my baby girl.