Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us...
This morning I was going through my so many pictures
of our kitties and I came across some of Lil Shadow. It took
me back to his feistiness and to the horrible way he died.
Today is exactly five years since our Shadow died.
Those eyes. The seem to look at me and ask me why I wasn't
there to help him. Guilt is something I will never be able to rid
myself of. Guilt of trusting someone to take care of my Shadow
and instead because of negligence he died. I live with that.
When we adopted Shadow he was just six months old. He
never lived to be even one year. He died on March 5th 2016.
Just four months after he came into our lives. Arvid and I
just can't even talk about how he died, it's too horrible.
After Brutus died, Shadow came and filled our days with his
feistiness and his zest for everything. Like all kittens he got into
"trouble" all day long. Arvid and I were grieving Brutus, at times
I have to admit we failed to always appreciate Shadow's antics.
Life has and is good to me. I have experienced many
a sorrows. Truth is who hasn't? We all learn to carry on
and move on. Life does not stand still for anyone, and if we do,
we may just get "blown" away. A good day to all and may we
never forget to be grateful for all our blessings. I have many
reasons to be grateful, and I try to not take it for granted.
When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door that we do
not see the one which has been opened for us...
~Nadiya~
