This beautiful little face made it's way into my heart on a day when I felt my heart was breaking. It was in late August of last year when I sat one cool evening in my back yard, as I watched my partner lovingly lay the last of my four cats down in a hole he had dug in my garden amongst the deep pink Echinacea, where I would spend some evenings reflecting about the day or just daydreaming... In what seemed like some bizarre coincidence, all four of my cats had become ill within a three year span and passed away. The last one, my Hershey, was so heartbreaking to let go. It seemed like an ending to a chapter of my family's life and it was very hard to even consider the transition of having 4 cats in our house for the last 14 years to having a house without any pitter patter of paws following behind me. I just couldnt concieve how my life could go on and as we lay the last of the damp soil on Hersheys grave, I heard movement near the far end of my little garden. In a gloomy haze, I said one final goodbye to the sweetest and biggest cat I'd ever loved. But somehow, life had a new adventure in store for me and so late that night, after a thunderstorm, I went outside again, to feel the cool air wash over me in the hopes that it would wash away some of my pain too....And then I heard it...that high pitched little wine of a cry that kittens make when they cry out for their mothers. I felt like I was going crazy....Was I really hearing that? I felt so spooked by it that I went back inside the house.
The next day, I went out to run some errands, hoping to keep my mind off of my loss and when I returned, something caught my attention as I glanced towards my back yard. There is a narrow passage way that leads to the back yard, and as you enter it, you come upon a large tree. As I got closer to the entrance, I saw something black dart out from behind the tree....A fleeting glimpse of a tiny black ghost running quickly towards the opposite side of the yard. My heart skipped as I came to an abrupt stop. I called out to my hubby and he came out, with a perplexed look on his face as I explained to him what I'd just saw. If it hadnt been for the little bolt of black lightning darting under the cover of our grill, I think he would've thought I was going crazy! Well, it turns out that the Universe always brings a teacher into your life, even when you dont think you need one and mine came in the form of little black kitten that looked exactly like the cat I'd just lost. My hubby says that this little one was a gift from our last cat, to help me with all of the loss I'd experienced the last few years. Maybe he knew it would be hard for me to move on without the sounds of love that fill a house when you have furry family members. I find it ironic and hauntingly beautiful. Well, this little one, which by the way isnt little any more, is nothing like our other four cats. Where they were laid back and spent most of their time lounging, Dennis spends every hour of his waking life trying to destroy the house! I swear I spend more time yelling at him than a normal human should but he has such radiant energy and he is curious and silly and stakes his claim on anything he can! If ever there was a forgiving cat, he certainly foots the bill...He follows me around the house and plays with things that he has no business playing with. He has replaced our alarm clocks with the sounds of him knocking anything and everything off bookshelves or dressers just about every morning....and enjoys attacking my legs (and only mine) as I walk around the house groggily preparing for the new day. It took a while for me to fall in love with this little one, because despite the loss of our last cat, I didnt think I had the room in my heart for a new cat but he has my heart now....and hopefully for the next 14 or so years.... :)