Catu

I bumped into my hairdresser's (Lindsay) sister this afternoon in SGI. Since I took my gel nails off in January, I haven't seen Lindsay in three months. Her sister told me that Lindsay probably wasn't do so well since she had to put her fifteen year old cat down this afternoon. I immediately teared up. When I was done at SGI, I went and bought a bright, springtime bouquet and a little cat Beanie Baby. I was crying before I even got to Lindsay's apartment. When she answered the door, Lindsay was quite composed. When she saw who was standing on her stoop and what I was holding, she started to cry. After all of our nail sessions together, Lindsay knew that I knew exactly how she was feeling. That Catu wasn't just a cat. That fifteen years is a long time to have a pet. That saying good-bye to a pet is excruciatingly difficult. That it's okay to cry for as long you need to. That it's okay to leave the hair on your pet's favourite sleeping chair. That no other pet will ever replace the one you just had to say good-bye to. And that it feels really good to have other people recognize and respect that you are mourning. So, Lindsay, here's hoping that Catu had an easy transition. Hug Zoe extra tight tonight.