This isn’t so much an in depth deeply moving post as much as it is a celebration of life for my girl Bailey. She’s made it to the ripe old age of 19, which is roughly 92 in human years. She’s the best cat we’ve had and when I think back on my life before it’s really hard to remember it all. She’s been here since 2002 and I pray that she remains healthy for as long as she can.
I feel selfish asking for more time with her, but the thought of her not being here after 19 years is just something I can’t fathom in my life. As a semi-religious person, I know that I will see her one day. She’s going to join my other cats in the big litter box in the sky.
So, join me in celebrating Bailey aka Boo for the time she has left with me.
We are all settled in our new location. As I write this I have the window open to the street out front so I can listen for my 7 year old who is playing with the kids across the street.
I’m taken back in time as I listen to them all play. They argue. They yell over each other. The ride their bikes up and down the street. They pretend to be on horses and want to name them.
I’m transported to my childhood. Playing with my next door neighbors. Running up and down the court until mother calls us in for the night. In high school we would play hide and seek after dark.
My 16 year old and her friends have taken up the baton of hide and seek in the neighborhood and I smile at the memories. Happy that she’s not too old to be a kid again.
My mom would lean out the door and whistle for us to come home. This usually began the Exodus of kids heading home for the evening to get ready for school again tomorrow, or to meet outside at such and such a time if it was summer.
For a moment tonight I’m a kid again. Running to knock on the door of Tanya & Tara seeing if they can join me and Andy as we play out at the man hole cover in the middle.
I’m writing this merely so I can share my picture of my cat.
This is Bailey, if you haven’t read before this. She is 18 years old and she is my dearest love.
I count every day a blessing that I wake up and she’s still here. I know my time with her is soon to come to a close. She’s in good health for her age but I know she can’t live forever.
I have ponderings at night where I talk to God and I ask him why animals don’t live as long as us. I could easily see myself in my old years and Bailey being right there with me.
I guess too that it’s good to leave us longing for more. I know there are people who aren’t as… much of an animal lover as I am and still others who shouldn’t have pets of any kind. Is this a way to protect them?
I could not imagine my life without a cat. I can’t imagine how my life will be, without her, when that time comes.
Everyday I pray for just a little more time with her.