My cat Easter came into my life in 2013, erasing every desire I had to kill myself. I had suffered so much heartrending loss and abuse and couldn't take it anymore. But inviting a stray cat in for a snack, knowing that it will be a permanent relationship changed everything. And being with her as she ga
ve birth... What a privilege that was! She saved my life, then gave me a purpose with three kittens.
Years later Snowball passed away from kidney failure, then last year cancer took his brother Dude. Now I have their sister Ladybug.
Last Saturday, 24july2021 Easter somehow got outside of my apartment and hasn't been seen since. I've asked around, posted signs, handed out flyers, emailed animal control with her picture. No callbacks. Every morning and evening I'm out there, calling her while pouring dry cat food from one bowl to another.
I know I can survive her passing but her missing? The uncertainty is almost unbearable. And the randomness of thoughts, of past traumas coming back in flashbacks... Please, not now!!! They are especially severe during the hardest times.
I have so much affection and love for my little girl Ladybug. And my sister's cat Bob. Ladybug's okay with me petting, playing and talking with the shaggy beast now.
I'm forcing myself to go with my sister & her husband to the lake. I'm not going to allow grief and uncertainty to rob me. I've suffered too many losses in my life, yet I'm still alive. That was the gift Easter gave me, Life. I must continue to find joy in being alive while keeping hope alive.
