Long ago I lived on a farm on Vancouver Island. On this particular day I was probably about eleven years old and my heart was breaking into pieces. I dont remember why but when you are eleven a lot of things that might not be such a big deal now...were a big deal.
I remember sitting alone in our long plastic green house. I was shivering cold sitting on some stacked bales of hay and I was crying. I felt so alone.
And all of a sudden it happened...I wasn't alone and the sweet moment appeared.
I heard loud purring and our orange cat named Orange Peel came up beside me and licked the tears off my face. He could have been anywhere on our thirteen acre farm or in the neighborhood as he often wandered off for days, but here he was. He wrapped around me purring and very obviously trying to comfort me. Then he curled up in my lap and warmed me up, and all of a sudden in the dim of the green house and the cold greyness of the day I didn't feel so hopeless. It is a moment that I can never forget. There is something about the purity of comfort the unbidden kindness of an animal can give. Our cat passed away shortly after ~ that is one of the last memories I have of him but that moment of comfort he gave me impacted me forever.
xo
Thank you for sharing. I think I've spent my whole life trying to find a cat like him. It's why I always choose an orange one. But they all disappoint. He was a truly one of a kind animal and such a love.
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