It's been almost four years since the primary function of our master bathroom has actually been that of a bathroom. Instead, its main role has been that of kitty-assisted living apartment, complete with litter box, food and water bowls, heated mat and, of course, Ashes. This winter, we also added a heater and several towels (to cover the tile and give Ashes more traction with her fuzzy paws). It was a pretty crowded little bathroom.
Now, it has bathmats.
I'm not really sure what to do with a bathroom that is just a bathroom. It's empty. And sad.
Ashes has been in my life for over twenty years. I feel like her loss should change the world more than just making one small bathroom feel cavernous. Maybe turn the sky purple or something similarly dramatic and noticeable.
I have a picture somewhere of Ashes. I've looked for it today but can't find it, but it's how I want to remember her - sitting regally in the sun coming in the front door, white and fluffy fur puffing around her, eyes blue and bright as she looks outside. I want to remember the sweet kitty that would sit on my chest at night and lick my cheek. The kitty that would follow me from room to room to always keep me in her sight. And the kitty that would express her displeasure at not being allowed into my room when I was a teenager by getting one of my flip flops from the other side of the house, bring it in front of my door and chew the heck out of it.
I miss my Big Girl.
0 comments:
Post a Comment