I lost my beloved orange cat Rusty last June. There’s something about a relationship with a pet that’s so different from any with humans. Apart from his sister, Bella, I was Rusty’s entire world. He wanted nothing more than just to be with me. It’s like he took it on as his entire life’s purpose to love me.
And he always looked so indescribably SAD whenever I had to close a door between us.
Very early in our time together, he figured out that the ring of my meditation timer bell meant a lap was available. Soon after the “bong”, I’d hear the gentle padding of paws approaching. Then I’d feel him hop up onto my lap. He’d circle a few times before settling in, but he always found the perfect position to melt his entire warm furry body onto mine. He showed me what complete and utter trust looked like. I dedicated a special yellow towel to put on my lap to make sure there was no gap for him to fall through.
Before long, we developed a daily routine of sharing a silent space together, just the two of us. It was our favorite time of day.
It’s now nearly a year since his passing, and I still put the yellow towel on my lap to meditate. I so miss him.
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I’m happy to be returning to writing again, after a very long hiatus. I intend to post here more regularly going forward.