And so our new normal starts. I woke much better rested. For so long poor Flea needed to be fed once if not twice a night. Even though she ate constantly food went straight through her because of the hyperthyroidism. I fed and Matt scooped litter every week we emptied a 20 pound bucket of used litter practically full. When I would finally drag out of bed I was awakened to a soft purr beside me and a tender paw reaching out to touch me. I realized this morning life is different perhaps even easier. But a little sadder. Like people who care for an elderly loved one I had fallen into patterns. I went to work but have been reluctant to go away for anything other than that. I have rarely gone to Glasgow in recent months as I feared Flea might need me. Even if we went out here in Louisville. I would tell Matt I didnt want to be gone long. And she did fare better if one of us was around. I used to plan my work schedule to be home when Matt was. Recently I have planned to make sure Flea was not alone. So I know we both have done all we could have done and though our hearts are heavy. Our minds are at ease The new normal is 2 kittens chasing each other wildly through the house till they collapse in a furry purring pile. Its very reminiscent of a time when mornings held a laughing red headed child, chasing 2 other small kittens and a large dog and a small dog through a very very small house. And we realize, this is gonna be ok. In fact we are gonna be ok. And as an added bonus it looks as though all the undersides of all the furniture will be dusted for the holidays and things lost under there that we thought were long gone are now being found.
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 14:37:58 +0000
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