Our sweet cat, Kai passed away. She was the sweetest, fluffiest, most Queen Bee cat I've ever known. She took over territory when our other cats passed and knew she was adored and loved; she basked in it. She would wake us up at night knowing I would grab her and pet her no matter what time of night, would love on kids like you've never seen, and convinced cat haters to be cat lovers with her whit and nonchalant attitude. We got her along with her sister when we moved to Idaho after spending two years in Hawaii; her name came from Ian and I's favorite beach: LaniKAI. Later, we started calling her Kaiser Permanente (a prestigious hospital from the town I grew up in).
I'll let you in on a secret; when Ian and I first were married and got our first two cats, whenever I would have a bad day or what have you, I would run to our cats. They brought so much comfort and sweetness to any situation. Later I found out this bothered Ian as I ran to our kitties instead of running to him. Whoops! Now I know some of you may think that that is dumb, but it's what happened and how I coped. I can't tell you how much I love those kitties. The worst part is she is our third cat to pass in one year and four months. Diva (black and white) passed October 2014, Turbo (orange and white) September 2015, and now Kai (grey and white) February 2016. My Dad passed away November last year so you can imagine my shock. That's THREE CATS AND MY DAD in one year and four months!! At first, she went missing. I/We have been calling for her every half hour the past three days, waking up throughout the night in fear of where she might have went to and go outside to call for her. We drove around, asked multiple neighbors, looked in weird places, etc. Well Ian came home early yesterday so we could search for her in the daylight better and we found her under our deck. At first I was mad, like pissed really. What in the world am I supposed to learn from this?! Again, really?! With every difficult situation, we always try and think "what am I supposed to learn from this?" I thought Diva and Turbo were preparing me for my Dad's passing but now I just don't know. I was MAD! Then my sweet husband (as we were burying her) said "at least she's with her sister now." My heart wrenched and there came all the joys of the Gospel racing back to me. I've learned through my Dad's passing (and cats) that it is okay to see someone go. To be honest and I hate admitting this, each cats death and especially my Dad's, have made me stronger. I have realized my reliance on the Gospel with each passing and appreciate God's plan of happiness allowing all of us to be with our families (and kitties!:)) again. This doesn't mean I still wonder why in the heck this had to happen, but I am at least grateful to be able to look forward to being with them again. Below are images of our sweet Kaiser. She will be truly missed. Enjoy.
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