My random thoughts that leave people wondering about my sanity.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Healing A Broken Heart
After losing the love of my life, suddenly, unexpectedly, I
went into a deep depression. I was a medicated zombie who slept with a red
blanket I refused to give up because it was covered in his hair.
Many months had passed and my husband and I were in Petsmart
buying things for our other furbabies. It was a habit to go look at the cats as
we used to do even when my heart was still alive. My husband thought it a bad
idea, but I went anyway....and there he was. Looking directly in my eyes, I was
immediately drawn to him.
It was a battle of wills at home with my family, everyone
saying I wasn't ready, but eventually I won and we went back and adopted him.
With the new name of Brady, we learned many things about him
very quickly, but mostly he was going to be a lot of work. Afraid of the broom,
if I tried to sweep he'd hide for hours. Even if I was cooking with a spatula,
a knife, or wearing heavy shoes, he'd disappear. Obviously he'd been hurt by
someone, so I didn't sweep or vacuum for six weeks.
Then there was something in his side, a bump he wouldn't let
us see, he'd bite us if we tried to look too close. That warranted a trip to the vet, followed by
surgery to remove the buckshot imbedded in his side.
He has a deviated septum from a blow and he sounds like a
cartoon bumble bee when he snores. This
breaks our heart and at the same time makes us smile because it's so cute.
He has night terrors.
Sometimes he will be sleeping and takes off so fast he doesn't know
where he's going. He ran into a window
and nearly shattered it. He's run away
so fast he's left gouges where he laid, but I say his name and he easily melts
into my arms seeking the safety I offer.
The most important thing about this wonderful creature of
life is that he could still love unconditionally. He trusted easily, he
snuggled with me in bed, he was interested in everything I was doing and
without falter he slept with the dog and got along with our other cat like he'd
always been here.
He had been shot, beaten, abused, abandoned, and now he had
been adopted. Not a replacement for my original love, but a new addition to our
family. A new budding love inside my
heart and I'll never let him be hurt by anyone again. I even washed that blanket.
Together, we have healed each other's broken heart.