Where there once were three, there is now just one. She has taken to spaces left vacant and routines that were never hers. With each adoption we realize patterns of the other two and it makes us sad. We know the days ahead are fewer than the days behind and with her rests what seems like a lifetime of rubs, and purrs, and moments of comfort and joy. It is hard to imagine a life without her – as it is to imagine a life before them. She is so integral to our well-being. I find now, I stop to linger for each moment she demands.
It hit me hard yesterday as she tried to eat the treat I set before her. Never one to sleep with us, she now climbs upon CF and sleeps in his rhythms for the entire night. We are at one – our own litter of sorts.