jack and billy would have been fifteen years old yesterday. i miss them. a lot. they changed my life and saved my life on more than one occasion. they'll always be with me.
i was looking through the pictures i have of them, trying to find something nice of the two of them together that i haven't already posted. this one (below) struck me for the feeling it stirred. not a great photograph but just a snapshot that seems to capture the fleeting beauty of our time together on this plane.
losing billy and jack made last year a difficult one for me. and, if i'm honest with myself, i'm still grieving. i didn't think i wanted another cat but that turned out not to matter. when benji came to me i knew i could care for him, i could give him a safe and comfortable life, but i wasn't sure i could love him. even after months caring for him i found it difficult to bond with him in any meaningful way. and then, little by little, i found myself falling in love with him. we celebrated benji's first birthday on july 29th.
there's a lot of cat packed into that furry little body. there's something deeply wild in him but there's also a domestic aspect to his character that shows itself more and more as he matures, a willingness/need to bond with his human (and canine) companions. he is intelligent and interesting and loving and i am (we are) so happy he is here.
happy birthday, boys, i love you.
