It’s still light here, BST having started today. We’ve had all the seasons; sun and blue skies; heavy showers of rain; rushing winds.
Tonight I’ll be lighting candles in my windows and drinking a toast to Cat who died five years and one week ago today. I shan’t go into how this started, but if you want to know how Pet Remembrance Day began, read this.
Here he is at Mother’s bungalow, sitting on the mini garden shed and surveying his country domain.
In the first two years this annual remembrance and celebration of the gorgeous boy was a huge comfort. Despite having the lovely MasterB, I would still well up when I thought of Cat. I read an instagram entry the other day accompanying the photo of a recently deceased cat, and I really felt for the person who had posted.
Five years on, I can look back at him with affection, but it doesn’t hurt now. I wouldn’t wish him to come back to life. MasterB is my cat now, and I love him every much as I did Freddy. Both my cats have been with me through some tough times, and unwittingly have given me comfort and support. That counts.
Looking for some photos this afternoon brought pleasure, not pain. There are some photos I’d really like to find, and the negatives to make some more prints, so I’ll be dusting off the boxes, and working my way through them, reliving the memories.
Animals bring us such joy. They ask for so little – though remind me I said that when MasterB is demanding a game when I am trying to work. This morning I was working with some people visiting London from South Carolina. They are missing their three dogs dreadfully and they’ve only been here since Friday.
So if you’ve ever loved pets, your own or someone else’s, light a candle tonight, and drink a toast to their memories.