My Sweet Jada (April 2009 – June 2023) was my companion for almost fourteen year
This could be a post about mourning, but it is not. I do not have words to describe how losing Jada hurts. If you have ever lost a dog, you know. If not, you probably would not understand even if I found words. Instead this is a post about opening my heart to three kittens in the weeks before I lost Jada.
Cleo, the stray cat that I helped make it through the winter brought her no more than four-weeks-old kittens to me. One morning to my surprise, there they were on my deck. I intended to find homes for them. In the end, I found one home for them, mine and Jada’s.
I knew I had only weeks left with Jada. I knew I would not have the heart for any other dog when I lost Jada. I also knew an empty house with nothing except me breathing would be so hard. I brought the kittens in to see what Jada thought about them. She rubbed noses with them, and I took that as her approval. Even then I did not think I had the heart to bond with them, I reasoned that was okay since they were cats, not dogs.
Almost three months later, you see how that worked out. The three of them have not replaced the one of Jada. At first they were a welcome distraction. Now I admit I have bonded with them. I thank mama cat Cleo for bringing them to me because they have helped me keep an open heart.
If you follow me on social media, you may wonder why I waited so long to share this. My heart wasn’t that open yet.
Geordie
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