Cowboy was a lost cat who wandered into my friend Melissa Wallace’s life 15 years ago, just two weeks prior to learning that she had cancer. Personally, I don’t think Cowboy was lost–he was out to find her.
Cowboy was Melissa’s guardian through her bout with cancer, a divorce, returning cancer, and the death of her brother. After all that, Melissa is vibrant and full of love and light today, and no doubt Cowboy played a big part in her healing. But yesterday her eyes teared-up over lunch as I asked how she was doing since Cowboy’s recent passing. Loss brings up mixed emotions. Through tears she smiled, reflecting for a moment on all that she went through with her “cog” a name given to Cowboy as he seemed to be part cat and dog.
Melissa talked about how crucial and comforting Cowboy was in her life, and about how much she loved him. Our pets touch our hearts deeply and in being our steadfast companions, heal us.
Three of my beloved cats have passed during my time being a crazy cat lady: Frankie, Punkie…
and the most recent, Miss Bella. Tomorrow marks the third year anniversary of her passing, and it still feels fresh when I think long enough about it. The memories of saying goodbye still lingers.
For all of you who have lost a beloved cat or dog, or bird or bunny—take a moment to remember how they touched your heart and enhanced your life.