Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Some Buttons are better than the rest....
Button was born on September 11, 2001. A day that for many people brings memories of infamy, to me brings a sense of calm and peace....all because of a little brown cat.
Everything about Button was geared toward comforting the people around her. She seemed to have a 6th sense regarding the state of our hearts and gravitated toward the person in greatest need. She sat patiently and let us polka dot her fur with our salty tears. She went willingly with my toddler to complete his bedtime ritual...and stayed tightly clutched in his chubby arms until he relaxed and fell asleep. She edured countless forrays into the t-shirts and hoodies of my boys....never once scratching or snarling at them....as well as trips in backpacks and dresser drawers. She didn't seem to care what was done to her as long as she could be with people.
She loved to be held. Button conformed to the arms and body of whomever was lucky enough to be her chosen one as if she had melted into them....becoming one. And though I tease that she suffered from Stolkhome Syndrome I do believe that she loved my youngest son with a love that was rare beautiful and matched only by the love he felt for her in return. I've never cried so hard for the pain I knew was about to befall someone else...until I anticipated having to tell Ben that she had died last Friday.
She went very quickly. There was nothing that could have been done to save her, nothing I wouldn't have done if there had been a way. Life is like that. It comes to an end....at least this side of heaven. I have no idea what happens to the soul of a cat....if a cat has a soul....but I like to think that there is something eternal about critters, just as there is about men, and that she is with my Dad, and our Sophie enjoying a day of fishing by the Chrystal Sea.
Thank You God for lending her to us for a little while.