As I went down into my basement today to retrieve some apples for lunches, I waited cautiously to hear a soft meow which never came thrusting me back into reality and the fact that I will never again have a kitty cat. I know this in my heart because Tiger was a gift from God and from my Angel Myra.
All the time that I was around Tiger, whether at Myra’s house or mine, my allergies never bothered me. As soon as Tiger was gone yesterday and I bent to kiss his tiny ever-slumbering head, hives spread across my face. I knew that it was the message that Tiger was special – a gift from my very first elderly client – and that he would be the last cat my body would allow me to be around.
It’s funny the type of love that comes from being a caretaker. You are able to do things that were once physically and mentally challenging before. Now nothing is too much because of the unconditional love that is experienced by both the client an myself proving once again that With Age Comes Respect – and such a deep, deep love!
Yesterday was hard for me. I felt as though part of my heart had been ripped from my chest, but then I remembered the living and knew that I would continue on my quest. I believe that one day I will rejoin Myra, Tiger, and even Missy (Myra’s cat that I never met) and we will once again be happy, healthy and whole in a kingdom that never ends!