Furbits©
IN MEMORY OF
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“Blemie’s death was a blow,” confessed the playwright Eugene O’Neill to a friend. “I knew I would miss him badly when he went, but I had no idea how badly.”
Crime novelist Raymond Chandler and his wife were wrecked: “We were a bit broken up over the death of our black Persian cat. When I say a bit broken up I am being conventional. For us it was tragedy.”
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Most of us have felt the deep pain of the loss of a small, devoted creature who shared our lives. Journaling and reminiscing with friends are ways to express our grief and honor the life of the little one that has left us. As one of our valued clients, if you would like to honor the memory of your beloved companion, please feel free to email us: carolyn@cnealdesigns.com.
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MITTENS' FIRST TOUCH
Over six years ago a handsome, feral, Tuxedo male with four white paws began to appear regularly around my home. I befriended him, on his terms—he would not allow me to touch him. Any time I tried to do so, I was rebuked with claws and feline attitude. But we persisted in our friendship-at-arm’s-length through the years and were happy for it. I named him Mittens in recognition of his adorable white paws.
Living on this planet is not easy. All things are prone to the sufferings wrought by time and unforeseen circumstance. Mittens vanished for two weeks. When he reappeared, he was extremely thin, disoriented, and seemingly deaf to all sounds. He would hardly eat and slept on my door mat each night. There he seemed to find comfort and security. But the last six days of his life were truly miraculous and too short for the both of us. A miracle! Mittens permitted me to stroke him. He even welcomed this new experience with deep purrs. For those six days he allowed me to show him what it feels like to be loved, as I brushed and combed and stroked him at every possible moment.
Because Mittens was not eating, I finally took him to a vet for evaluation. The crucial issues were pneumonia and a large inoperable stomach tumor. The result was unavoidable. Now Mittens is no longer suffering. I deeply miss my little feral feline companion and the unique friendship we shared over those six years. In the end he came to me. And it is me who is the better for it. - Penelope M., Los Angeles, California
Editorial Note: Tender human touch is the greatest expression of love and compassion. Not just to survive, but to thrive, all living things on this planet need it. Human touch serves as a language of its own, enabling the expression of emotions and fostering a sense of connection... As we continue to navigate a world increasingly reliant on technology, let us not forget the profound and irreplaceable value of a simple, genuine human touch. (Aaron Cygnarowicz)