Unconditional Love: Reflections of a Cat Mom

Sam and I were struggling with what to write about for today’s blog post.  We feel that it is very important to write about Fluffy every week to keep her memory alive and to give us an outlet for our grief and all the love that we have for her.  Even though she is gone from this world the love we have for her has not lessened or gone anywhere.  In fact, in some ways I am even more acutely aware of the love that I have for her.  In our daily lives it is too easy to take things for granted especially the love we have for those closest to us.  It was not until we lost Fluffy that I began to realize all the joy, peace, and love that she brought into our lives every day. 

Reflecting on the time I spent with Fluffy, it is the little daily things that I remember the most.  I would be the one to let her in each morning after Sam had fed her breakfast and she needed to go outside to do her business and explore.  She would come running up the steps and either straight to her food bowl or maybe to the cardboard box she used for scratching.  I loved welcoming her back home and wondering what she had been up to.  When Sam was not working from home, I would be the one that Fluffy would visit each day between 3 and 4 o’clock to let me know that it was time for her to eat.  If I did not get up right away, she would meow and walk under my desk so that she could rub against my legs to get my attention.  There were also days when she would jump up on my desk so that she could get in my face and get my attention.  I loved her visits and would often take pictures of her and send them to Sam, so he could share in her crazy antics.  I also loved weekend mornings when it was just Fluffy and I while Sam was still in bed.  I would give her a treat and get down on the floor to pet and play with her.  My favorite mornings were when she would jump up on the couch with me and sit in my lap while I read.  I miss the daily routine we had; I miss Fluffy.

Sam and I like to say that Fluffy rescued us, but what does that mean?  I started to think about that some today and I believe that it likely means something different to each person, it is something personal.  At the time, I did not realize that I needed to be rescued, but Fluffy knew.  I believe that she rescued me from myself, from my fear and anxiety of the unknown.  She rescued me from thinking of myself as only a dog person 😊.  I love all animals and she gave me an outlet for that love.  She rescued me from never having the experience of being a mom.  She gave me the opportunity to love and take care of another living being.  She gave Sam and I the opportunity to be a family of three. 

I will never forget Fluffy and all the wonderful memories that we shared.  I will also try harder to not take for granted the loved ones in my life and to be thankful for the time we have shared no matter how long or short.