This time of year, I blast the car radio when I'm
driving by myself, and I belt out Christmas music. Nobody cares if I can carry
a tune or hit the high notes. I love holiday songs!
Some Christmas carols bring a lump to my throat or a tear to my eye. Not, I'll Be Home for Christmas, or Elvis
crooning Blue Christmas. No, it's the
craziest thing this year. My eyes sting several times a day when I hear one particular song.
Our cat died
this year and I thought I had worked through my grief of losing our sweet boy.
Then right before Thanksgiving I heard an age-old Christmas song featured on a
television commercial which brought me to tears. You see, several times a day, he would dart from
wherever he was snoozing when he heard it. He'd run to the living room sit in front of the TV, cock his head this way and that, and watch the Hershey's Kisses
(acting as hand bells) ring to the tune of We Wish You a Merry Christmas. (His favorite holiday show.)
These days I miss my purr baby. I remember him bounding in every single time that song chimed. He'd watch the Kisses dance, then return to
his favorite perch to rest between Bill's legs on the raised recliner. WE miss our old boy.
7 comments:
Oh Linda, I can so identify with your sadness over losing your boy cat. It has been three years now and I STILL miss Honey Cat. Some tunes make me nostalgic, too, and I've been known to sniff a time or two while listening. It's such a lovely season, filled with happy times and reasons to smile. Thanks for your visits to my posts. They mean a lot to me. Susan
Are you and Bill planning on getting another one? If so, it would be one lucky cat...
Aww...it's so sad to lose one of your fur family members. They live on in our memories, and you have that song as a reminder.
I didn't want to get another dog after our Poor Dumb Ann disappeared without a trace the day after we had a new roof put on the garage. She was getting older, but we don't know if she met her demise, or was taken from us.
Hick volunteered to take a half-heeler, half-dachshund pup from a relative of a relative, and you might have noticed how crazy I am about that little dog formerly known as Puppy Jack. If it's meant to be, another cat will find you.
What a gorgeous cat. Purr-baby . . . I love that! I know how much you must miss your sweet boy, and it hasn't been all that long since you lost him. I hope the time will come when the song brings more smiles than tears as you remember the love and joy he brought you. That, at least, stays with us. xo
It's so hard to lose a beloved pet. The sadness returns at unexpected triggers. Hugs to you.
Take it from someone who can't seem to have less than 4 pets at any given time, you need a new baby to love! The place we went to look at and purchase our new" RV, was a no-kill rescue center. There were so many cats! I was told they had 300 there and the woman who handled the transaction has her own garage set up with kennels for the feral ones that she tames on her own time. We were somewhere south of Eureka, I wasn't paying close attention to my whereabouts. I wanted to visit the building with the dogs, but HeWho had me by the elbow, firmly escorting me to the car!
Maybe it's time for a Christmas kitty in need to appear under your tree?
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