In my lap and by my side

 

 

#Reverb10 is a blogging initiative that provides prompts each day of the 31 days of December with the intent of reflecting on the past year, specifically 2010, and looking forward to what’s to come in the year ahead.

 

The Prompt(s)

Healing. What healed you this year? Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution? How would you like to be healed in 2011?

Over the past couple of months I have been processing cat adoption applications.  My job in that role is to dig as deep as I can without becoming too intrusive.  Finding out their morals, values, ethics, responsibility levels, and to answer the "why now" question as opposed to sooner than now or later than now.  There was one applicant that really hit my heart.  I learned about her family's turmoil in recent loss of not just one, but two close family members.  This got me thinking about how therapeutic animals really are for us.  That really was my decision-maker.

It made me think about how much I've gone through this year, and how every time I was upset in some way, shape, or form my beautiful puppy or my wonderful kitty were there for me.  I'd be laying on the couch watching a movie and Georgie, my puppy, would come over and lay down next to me, then put his head up on the couch and look at me with his big brown eyes, almost telling me that he knows something isn't right.  Or I could be sitting on my bed writing into the abyss on my laptop and my kitty would sit facing me and then really lightly touch my arm with his paw and then bend down and lick the spot he had just touched.

Those two are the only ones I can truly say have been there for me through every little thing.  It reminds me now on a regular basis of how healing it has truly been to have them in my life...

 

 

Georgie nudging his nose under my left arm with his cute attempts to get me to pay him attention...

My kitty curling up next to me, sleeping on my pillows every night.

(Side Note: My kitty's name on his adoption papers is Knickers, however, he has never responded to that.  He also never responded to the name he had before I adopted him--Yoda.  He does respond to my calling him Kitty though.)

The answer to this question is... Georgie and Knickers.

Even as I write this post, my kitty sits in my lap with his front paws curling around my arm as he looks up at me and nudges my chin and my face.  I couldn't ask for anything better.