This post has nothing to do with furniture or paint. It has everything to do with the hurt and emptiness our family has experience the past two weeks. This post is about Anna, the best cat a family could ever ask for.
We buried Anna Sunday morning after church two weeks ago. I haven’t been able to hold the tears back since. It’s amazing how much you hurt when you lose a pet. My husband thought I was having a heart attack Sunday morning when I went up to tell him the news. It was even worse sharing the news with the kids.
For the past seven years, she’s the first thing we run to when we come home – EVERY time we come home. We literally plow up the steps, practically tackling each other in an attempt to get to her first.
There’s no rush to get in the house anymore. Our eye’s automatically go to the corner of the living room to look for her but all we see is an empty bed and each time we look, our hearts hurt even worse. We’ve temporarily filled that empty space with a large stuffed horse; it somehow softens the blow to see that silly horse up there.
Anna wasn’t just any ole’ cat. She was the most affectionate, playful, spirited cat there ever was and she loved everyone who came into our home. She didn’t run off and hide; she loved people.
We carried her around her like an old rag doll. She really did love us as much as we loved her. We knew that because she was always rubbing her head against our cheeks, and purring like crazy and she’s roll over like a puppy and fall asleep with her tummy exposed and her paws flopped out to the sides.
She was so cool! She would jump from our deck to the tree to the roof of our house hunting for birds.
We’d crack up when she was pouncing through the fields chasing mice. I wish I had pictures of her pouncing around like Tigger. My neighbor even saw her challenge a large woodchuck; anything to claim her territory. But as avid of a hunter as she was, she would come to the door and prance in like a princess show kitty as she trotted through the house.
She’d jump up on the windowsill to watch the girls get on the bus, then turn back and give her Hollywood glamour pose.
We helped us feel better when we were sick.
It breaks my heart to hear the girls cry themselves to sleep at night. Anna cuddled with them every night. We miss her.
We feel very blessed that she filled our hearts with joy for the seven years she did and will carry her in our hearts forever.
update… A friend of ours breeds Birmans. She found out about our loss and offered us one of her kitties. We now have a new addition to our family; meet Isis.
We’re just getting to know her, but she already seems quite comfortable here:)