I spent yesterday with Nephew, his partner and their baby. We walked and talked and ate, cooed over the baby, talked about dogs we’d like to have, cooed over the baby again, talked about love. The usual. Quite a lot of people talk about their pets giving them unconditional love as though that is a rare and wonderful thing. It’s definitely wonderful, but I should hope that the humans getting a pet are also giving unconditional love, and that parents would not have children with the love conditional on their exam results/looks/sporting achievement or whatever.
Among some papers I was sorting last week I found this photograph.
I’d say it’s around twenty years old, one from the early days with Cat. He’d be about three, half the age MasterB is now. He used to love snacking on that spider plant. It’s sitting on Mother’s old nursing trunk. I have neither plant nor trunk any more; I don’t recall who I rehomed the plant with, but the trunk I gave to Nephew. It’s a sort of heirloom. Of course I don’t have Cat either. He died six years ago tomorrow, about this time of the day, on a Sunday, so although I had intended to post about him earlier, maybe it’s appropriate that I am doing it now.
Tomorrow is going to be pretty busy with work, then a brief stop at home and some food before heading out to hear Celia’s Charlie give a talk. There will be time for thoughts about Cat though, and play and cuddles with MasterB. I hope both my cats have known they are loved, that that love is unconditional, though I should be plaesed if wrecking the furniture came to an end, and while I’m thinking about it, five a.m. demands for breakfast could go too. I’ll probably light a candle to Cat, look at old photos, and raise a glass to his memory. I shall be in Ireland next weekend and out on Sunday evening, but I shall try to do something there too, as since Cat’s death in 2011, the following Sunday evening I have remembered pets, my own and other people’s, I have loved. Some of you have joined me in this, and it has become a shared ritual of loving memory, a reminder of how much our pets have meant and mean to us, how they enrich our lives and how the pain of losing them is as great as when anyone we love dies.