Wednesday, May 01, 2013
I loved having 2 cats. They were so cute together - cuddling up, grooming each other. But life is much easier with 1 cat & Gizmo actually seems much happier. Go figure.
It's been almost 5 months & I still miss Simba every day. I know as time goes on that will change - I rarely think of Cleo & Puss these days; Cleo has been gone 12 yrs, Puss 8. I had to delete all Simba's info as I was preparing the pet sitter's info & that hurt.
My point? I didn't really have one when I started; it's just on my mind. But unlike Martha Stewart, I do believe good comes from bad. Giz is happier. I have a little more free time - until the next animal becomes seriously ill, anyway; they're all seniors & in just a few yrs, God willing, Gizmo will be a geriatric cat (but hopefully a healthy geriatric cat).
I've often wondered why I've had to struggle so much with my weight for so much of my life. And now I'm thinking it was so I would educate myself on what a healthy diet truly is (but always changing) & become healthier.
What if I'd been thin but able to eat crap & stay thin? Chances are i'd be in much worse shape now - thin, but unhealthy.
One of life's little mysteries solved. Maybe!
What are your little mysteries? Another favorite of mine is why do dogs get wet dog smell but cats don't have a wet cat smell?