She is a highly sensitive senior kitty. Needs love and attention. I don’t mind. The shelter said she is a DSH cat, but she’s really a Russian Blue: lavender-coloured paws and ears and the shape of her face – most felines’ faces are round. Ashley’s isn’t.
She’s been my baby for three months now. I guess that’s long enough for her to feel comfortable sleeping close to me as she is in this picture (not the first time, wow!).
I think about Cutie Pie (the dog I had for a while when living with my birth family). She was the only best part of that awful time in my life. Now thinking about her and how I was so underdeveloped as a human taking care of an animal and thinking (before fostering Ashley the cat) if things will be different now. They are. I no longer deal with 24/7 psychological stress. Since January 31, 2013 I have grown up and now I can carry the responsibility of caring for another because I have, now, the room to breathe and think what I need to do. I am no longer immobilized to act and no one is bringing me down.
I love my life now. And in looking back at the past (i.e. Cutie Pie), there is nothing for me to feel guilty about. No regrets. And I’ll keep saying this: I couldn’t have been a different person. It’s not about hindsight.
My journey has been a wow one: learning, experiencing. Growing.