A beautiful post on rendering homage to a beautiful soul who has passed…a read that will touch anyone who knows grief.
If you’ve never been a pet owner you might not completely understand the deep unconditional love we attach to our beloved pets. Maybe you have experience of what a pet can mean when we are living with mental illness, especially if you live alone, as I do.
I watched my two cats being born fourteen years ago. There were only two in the litter. ‘Mother-Elsie’ was a stray I took pity on, one cold winter’s night. She was the first cat I had ever known.
My world was very different back then. I had a good job that I loved. Life was busy and comfortable. There was no awareness of mental illness, as I know it now. In many ways, a stray cat with two kittens was not really on the agenda, but something felt right, even though it cost me a small fortune.
It can be amazing to think…
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