Bridges
On this seventh anniversary of Marilyn’s death I reflected on how our pets become bridges to the past.
When I met Marilyn she simply hated cats. So my dear cat Fran had to be rehomed to Albuquerque with my first wife. It was years later and an answered prayer when Marilyn finally decided she wanted cats in our home.
No dogs. But cats were now ok. It was a quantum leap in our relationship and her spiritual life.
After her death Kink helped keep my heart alive and then Tammi joined me. With Tammi came dogs (Kona and Sugar and eventually Dozer) and one of our cats simply couldn’t adapt (Chloe) and was rehomed. Kink hung in there and now is on a equals basis with the dogs. She’s also bonded to Tammi and there are now nights when my bed is filled with my lovely wife, my cat AND my dogs.
Blessings come wrapped in tragedies. I thank God for my blessings and give honor to those gone beyond who await me now.
God bless you all.

