It's a beautiful late fall day here, and I resented it so much because I lost my sweet Oreo on Sunday.How could the sun shine and the last of the colored leaves fall,and the sky be so blue when I'm hurting so much?
Then I remembered a day Oreo and I had in the summer,and maybe today was sent to remind me of what happened then.
She was well over 10 years old by then ,a little dandelion fluff of a cat, who never topped more than 5 pounds,but she insisted,very loudly and vocally, on her daily walks.
We went down to the creek.I sat on a bench while Oreo did her thing..cuddle,head butt,jump down,explore and repeat the whole process again and again.
Finally,she jumped on my lap,circled a few times,then flipped onto her back,all 4 paws waving in the air,and fell asleep.
I'm trying to relive what happened to me then,as I sat there,holding my sleeping cat.Nothing out of the ordinary,nothing earth shattering;we had done this so many times,but for that one moment I felt something I've never been aware of before.
For that one moment,everything was all right.It was as good as it can get.
I'm not a particularly spiritual person,or a church goer,but as I sat there watching the water flow and the trees blow in the breeze and my cat sleep..for that one moment..I felt the peace that passes all understanding.The peace talked about in the Bible..And I was so thankful I knew I felt it.
And,Oreo,sweetie,wherever you are,I know you're feeling that peace.
And thank you for bringing it to me that day.