We had to put our old marmalade kitty to sleep last Saturday. His name was Foster, and he was a crotchety fussbudget of an “old man kitty”.
He meowingly demanded his fresh water in the bowl on my bathroom floor…it had to be FRESH.
He wanted to be petted even when you needed to run out the door to work and really didn’t like the idea of orange kitty fur on your black scrubs.
He begged for catnip at his scratching post.
He was a royal pain in the you-know-where.
And I miss him.
How, you may ask, does this rather sad kitty tale have any relevance in a “Grateful Living” Blog? Well, I’m so grateful that we opened our life to Foster and adopted him so long ago. I’m grateful for the lessons of patience and gifts of love he generously bestowed. My husband and I would roll our eyes when he began his morning routine of meowing his displeasure, but we grinned about it too. We may have complained about his copious shedding, but we enjoyed the feel of his soft fur on our hands.
I’m so very grateful for his quirks. And I knew I was needed, if only to fill his food bowl.
Anyone who is needed by any living thing knows this deep satisfaction, this deep knowledge that you are important to someone, even if they are a crotchety fussbudget.
So I thank you Foster, for being our kitty. We were honored and blessed to be your servants. You will be missed!
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