The past 12 hours have been nuts.
I get home from a 12 hour shift last night and my cat has kittens surrounding her.
Did I ever mention I'm watching my friends cat? Here in Prescott it's pretty common for people to have drug/alcohol problems, since it has more treatment centers/halfway houses than anywhere else in the country. A ton of young people get sent here to get straightened out, so most of my friends are here because of that reason. One of my dearest, sweetest friends is struggling and needed to focus on herself, so I took her cat Loretta under my wing for a bit. Loretta got knocked up and had the kittens in my house last night.
I was not pleased. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, I'm a sensitive tender person, but this is not my cat! I am not a cat person! I am only caring for this creature because when I look at it I see the face of my sweet dear friend. I didn't sign up for cat placenta in a pile of my sheets.
Not only that, but as I was maneuvering the kittens (don't worry, I read up on cat birthing and made sure I didn't do anything to interrupt the bonding process) I realized one of them had not made it. 5 kittens all together, only 4 breathing. I immediately started sobbing.
I was shocked, this is not like me. I was hysterical. Crying so hard I couldn't see/breathe/speak. I think that may have interrupted the bonding process more than anything. If I had just pushed 5 creatures out of me I wouldn't want some huge stranger loudly weeping over me.
It was around midnight, my man was at work (a job that he sleeps at), and I just didn't have the ego strength to deal with a kitty funeral. I was texting/calling him, and I could tell he just didn't get why I was so upset or why I couldn't just go bury it and call it a night.
Even though he didn't understand at all, he proved to me what an amazing man he is.
He left work, at midnight, came over, dug a kitty grave, drew half of a heart on a flat rock, told me to draw the other half, then placed it on top of the dirt mound. Gave me a big squeeze, told me it was ok I was so emotional, gave me a kiss and headed back to work.
I cannot express how much it amazes me to have a man NOT understand my emotional reaction at all, but still be so supportive and validating. IT IS INCREDIBLE. I honestly didn't think guys could be like that. I am so hugely blessed to be in such a healthy relationship. Every day he does something else that changes my view on men.
OK I AM DONE GUSHING NOW.
Here are some pictures:
Loretta and kitties
Handsome man taking a nap on me
Have a great day!
1 comment:
Hold on to that guy:) What a sweetheart. Once you have experienced death like you have even a kitten can make you loose it. I watched a movie with an emotional father daughter reunite and curled up and cried uncontrolably on the floor for over a half an hour. It's normal, rediculous but normal.
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