Just thought I'd drop in and say hi again. The days since Mr. Zen's death continue to pass, and I continue to miss him.
The locket that I bought arrived a little while back. It's perfect and I've got a bit of his fur safely tucked away. I had it engraved with his name just a couple of days ago.
I woke up in the most wonderful mood (I've got a sleep disorder) a couple of weeks ago, which is pretty strange for me because I generally have some atrocious nightmares. As I was talking with mom, I realized that I had been dreaming about Mr. Zen. Just like Ann's Snookie, I feel like Zen came back to let me see that he is doing OK. I was still sad in the dream, but after I remembered it, I felt like I had been given a gift, a most precious gift. In the dream he was laying out in the grass, I was stroking him. That's all, just me petting my beautiful cat. He looked at me in something of a wistful way, then laid his head back down and let me stroke him.
Every night before I go to sleep, I tell him that I love him and I miss him.
A few years ago, one of my friends met Mr. Zen. Liz took a look at him and told me she thought Mr. Zen was probably God in a cat suit. He just had such a presence; he watched out for us and his love for us was so tangible. I've never experienced such a mutual love with a pet before, though I hesitate to use the word pet when referring to Zen.
I ended telling one of my (ex)friends that I lost Mr. Zen and I was really torn up about it... (ex)friend then made a comment to me about how it was just a cat and cats only love us because we give them food. And perhaps it's true, some cats are only looking for a lap and food because they've never been around a person that they trust and are willing to love.
All of our cats know they are loved, and they love us in return. That being said, Zen was like a guardian angel who loved us with his whole heart. Now that he's gone, it's as though part of our hearts are missing.
I'm crying as I write this, and still cry for him nearly every night before I fall asleep. The pain is easing, but it's still very hard. At least we have our other kids around, they are a great comfort.
The willow where he's buried is showing the first signs of green. Mom and I have laid out a garden and I gave it a good coating of mulch so it will be ready when the time comes. More than just catnip, I'm sure it's going to be the most beautiful flower garden on the entire farm... and we've got LOTS of gardens scattered about. We've also hung a beautiful copper windchime out in the tree. One afternoon I was sitting out on the deck, soaking in some sun and talking to Mr. Zen (I hope he can still hear me) and although there was no noticeable breeze, the chimes started to ring. Now he's got a voice.
I hope you all are doing well, including those of you that are new to this site. Give big hugs to your furkids for me!
Kate