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.
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.