For months, I have been visiting animal shelters looking for a kitten. I was having a hard time finding the right one. A few turned my head and tried to steal my heart but sadly, they just weren’t the one. My family started hinting that I was being too picky because they thought I was trying to replace the cat I lost. Truthfully, I might have been a little picky but I knew the right kitten was out there for us just waiting to be adopted.
And she was! Lizzie Bennet has come to our house to stay. We brought her home last weekend. She is close to 4 months old with a loud purr, a sweet disposition, and wicked little claws.
She already enjoys good books!
Isn’t she sweet?!
She was no bigger than a sprite. Audrey Hepburn, or more commonly called little black kitty, weighed about 5 pounds but she was everything a cat loving family would desire in a pet. Gentle. Affectionate. Playful. Rodent Hunter.
We lost her this past week unexpectedly and traumatically. We catch ourselves looking for her in her usual places. One of the amazing things about pets is how we can become so attached to them, isn’t it?
She was 6 months old and a young mom of four babies, when she adopted us as her family. She was almost 10 years old when we said goodbye.
I think the reason that we view pets as family members and grieve the way we do when they’re gone is love. No big mystery— only love and we loved this cat.
And she loved us.
“How many are your works, O LORD! In wisdom you made them all; the earth is full of your creatures.” Psalm 104:24 NIV Bible