|Hydrangea Neck Warmer in Gobi|
Too much winter makes me cranky. Snow on snow, colder and colder. The days may be growing longer, but they just begin to feel endless. A cold has kept me home for a couple of days, though, and I’ve been knitting and making soup and trying to pull myself out of the pit I seem to be in. I think I see the way out, but I still have a climb ahead of me.
|Simple Baktus in Cormo/Mohair|
Watching Annabelle as she fades is hard, but I don’t really realize it until something in her behavior changes. She likes the idea of eating more than her body wants food. I open a fresh can, offering her whatever she wants, just in case she does want to eat. She peers at it, sometimes taking a bite, sometimes not. She knows best, and I’m trying to listen to her.
Of course I don’t want her to go, but I am determined not to keep her here longer than she needs to be. I don’t want to think about daily life without my little sentinel, but I must. I’ve accompanied many beloved pets to the end of their lives, and yet I don’t feel prepared for it now. I look at Annabelle and think that I’m so grateful to her, to this little soul more than any other, for watching over me when I was sick.
This little buff tabby has been a good lesson for me, with her affectionate distance and obvious sense of her own self. She’s always been this way; the minute I saw her contemplating me from across the room in the ARF adoption center, I knew she had been sent to me.
Until it’s time for her to go, I’ll be keeping her as close as she will allow, and listening.