I didn’t mention this before, but perhaps it’s relevant today.
TDK regulars will remember BJ, the young cat who adopted us until a car took him in April. A month after he had gone, I was at the window upstairs where he liked to sit and watch the world go by. Outside I could see Teeny Black, the little girl cat who may or may not have been his sister (similar age, and some similar habits as to food and play). She’d had her lunch and was rolling over and over on the stone pathway, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Nearby Mama Cat, who may or may not have been mother to both (like Teeny in looks, and similar tastes in food) was still eating her own fishy lunch. The sun was shining brightly and warmly on both.
And then suddenly – I heard BJ purr. It wasn’t Merlin – he was downstairs, and anyway he has a very different voice. It was BJ I could hear, and it gave me a much-needed lifting of spirits.
I still miss him of course, every day. But if he was telling me that he’s happy, and pleased to see the others still enjoying the things he had enjoyed while he was with us . . . Well. He brought back a smile to my face.