It's 6 months to the day that I lost Mousie. It has not been easy for me. As you all know there are good days and bad. When you think you're ok, it sneaks up from behind and pulls the rug out from under you. The summer was the worst, and as soon as the weather started to change, I started to come to terms with it.
Or so I thought. I have not done any pet-sitting as I don't feel ready to do so. Of course I see animals when I am out and about, but as I live in a predominantly urban area, The pets I see are mostly dogs - the enemy! I do see cats on occasion. When I do, I believe it is her - through them - checking up on me. (Don't worry, I haven't lost my marbles, hear me out on this one.) When I am at my local gym in the evening, there is a black and white tom that walks by the window sometimes and just stands and stares at me. It's like she is saying thru him: ''Yo, dude, you okay down there?" and I'm like, 'No! not at all. But hanging in there. Just.'
And she's like, ' C'mon, don't be ridiculous. I'm okay now. I'm not in pain any more, so get a grip.'
(It never seized to amaze me how long and stretchy Mousie was. I, and others always considered her to be a small cat, or as I would prefer 'petite'. But when you pet her or she was having a roll around, she would lengthen, and it was like. 'whoa, what's goin' on? Is this the same kitty?'.
A few years ago, when Mousie went outside to the garden (pre- the evil doggies), she would always jump up on the glass roof of the kitchen. She would look down on me to see what was goin' on! The pics are hard to make out at first, but if you focus, you can see her - and me taking the pictures.
I believe she was the happiest when she was jumping and climbing.