In 2005 I lost my dad to cancer. In 2007, my mom, who had developed dementia, crossed over too. I use the expression crossed over because I just like the sound of it. A week and a half ago, my brother (the only family I had left) had a fatal heart attack…totally unexpected. To say that I’m in shock and devastated is understating it.
In each case, my cats have been a huge factor in my recovery from these horrible events that we all have to face and deal with. They have been my angels, my saviors.
Animals are so in tune with our emotions, much more than humans I feel. They know when we are upset and are right there to comfort us. They stay closer to us, give us their wonderful unconditional love and let us cry without making us feel bad about it.
They keep me going. I have to make sure they are fed and their litter boxes cleaned, because, despite my despair, they come first. I also have to step outside of myself and give them attention and love. I have to think of someone else besides me. They make me get up each day, when all I want to do is hide under the covers.
I have taken in my brother’s two cats and I have to help them cope. Their whole world has changed too and they need extra TLC. They miss my brother, they have to adjust to new surroundings, share with other cats…it’s so hard for them too. But having to help them helps me.
All of you cat lovers (or any animal lover) know what I mean. Our animals are such a comfort and I’d be lost without them. They can truly help you when you are drowning in grief and sadness. I am alone now as far as humans go (except for a few friends) but not truly alone because of all my babies. Frankly, they are better company than most people. For one thing, I can just be myself. They don’t judge me or make me feel like I have to put up a front.
If you’re reading this, thank you. If you are going through a rough period, your cats will help you through it.