This is Vega. He was always in my lap, snuggled up next to me, or laying on top of me, pawing me in the face to remind me it was lovin’ time. He understood contentment on a cellular level and radiated love. He really was a Zen master!
We did talk, you know. We understood one another, very well. That connection made it especially hard when he passed, but I’m nonetheless very grateful for our time together.
He comes to visit–I feel him climb into bed with us, or brush past my leg. One or the other of our kitties often sits in the hallway, with high-pitched yelps when he’s nearby.
I find it comforting, feeling his energy when he stops in. How could you not love the little furball, after all?
Do you have a special connection with a pet?
p.s. Happy (belated) Memorial Day. Here’s to loving memories.