Pang of melancholy...

Oct 01, 2009 22:00

Once upon a time, when I was in college and living at home, I would come home on a night like tonight from working or hanging out, and just sit outside and breathe in the tranquil October chill, and my cat would find me and sit with me.  My Gabrielle waited outside for me until I got home, and sometimes she would prefer to stay out on a night like ( Read more... )

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artaxastra October 2 2009, 13:47:38 UTC
I lost my beloved Charlotte four weeks before my daughter was born, at a ripe old age. And I still expect her sometimes. Since my other cat has gotten very old, there are times I half see her out of the corner of my eye, or I could swear I feel her brush up against my other leg when I feed him. Sometimes I wonder if he sees her too.

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lady_di75 October 2 2009, 21:58:59 UTC
First of all... I think it is very telling that we both give our animals such flowery and literary human names. My Scarlett's namesake is obvious, and Gabrielle was named for a character in the Vampire Chronicles.

I understand completely what you mean about "feeling" Charlotte, glimpsing her when she's not there. I love my dogs, but cats are... different. I don't have to tell you that, though.

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kseenaa October 4 2009, 18:59:17 UTC
Ah yes... Cats have a tendency to stay with you... even when they don't. *hugs*

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pearlseed December 21 2009, 19:18:29 UTC
Good afternoon and thank you--I was wandering around and found this. Last night when I got home I went to Reaux.com's favorite spot where I buried him--front edge of the sidewalk from my house and just laid on the sidewalk and petted on the little stone angel I have to mark his place. I miss the pluperfect hell outta that skinny stipey loving boy. I was his human--he would sit on my shoulders when I was outside, gardening moving around the yard, whatever, and just hug me with his kitty pawclaws. I had this lovely Indian healer come to my house and bless the spot of his passing becos I hurt so badly when he died. I know he's safe now and waiting on me. In my house, I frequently see shadows of kitties past, hear their nails clicking on the wooden floor--see them as they go around a corner. Just miss them still--

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sugarplm27 August 3 2011, 04:58:56 UTC
I never saw this post before, but I miss her too. I feel like a part of her still lives on through Emma, since they do look so similar. I'm so happily greeted by my kitten every day. I come home, and there she is, belly up, waiting for some love, much like Gabby used to. I don't know what I would do without Emma! But I will always love and miss our Gabby!

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