I always thought that people who cried over animals who died or were lost or had to be given away were…well, silly. And I think I was the only one who didn’t cry at the end of the movie ‘Marley’. It’s a dog people, why were people so upset? I just didn’t understand how people could get so attached to an animal. This coming from a person who never had pets growing up. Unless you count a guinea pig that we
tortured played with as a pet. Not quite the same. That is until we got a pet of our own, Zeke, about a year ago. I wasn’t exactly a huge cat person but fell in love when we went to our friends house who’s cat just had a litter and saw Zeke sitting there. I instantly became attached with an animal that I didn’t think possible. I spent the next year being followed around by our little black cat who always wanted to be around us, begged to be held, and who fell asleep curled up and purring next to me day after day. So you can imagine how I feel after originally thinking we would take him with us when we moved; and for several reasons that I won’t go into, we made the difficult decision that if someone offered to take him, we would give him up. Well our prayers were answered a few weeks ago when two new teachers came to town and fell in love with him. And off to his new home he went.
I’ve just realized how much he was a part of our daily routine. The cat that as soon as we walked in the door, was there waiting for us and would meow until we picked him up. The cat that would wait for Jeremy and I to be cuddled up in bed at night and then decide to sit on top of us until we made room for him in the middle and then curl up and purr himself to sleep. The cat that would sit and watch me cook or wash the dishes in the kitchen (most likely in hopes that I had chicken for him). The cat that would sneak into the bathroom when I was in the shower to play with the water. And the cat that anytime I raised my voice (in anger or even just excitement; guess he can’t differentiate the two) would get so upset that he would run to wherever I was in the apartment and nip and bite at me to tell me to calm down and be quiet.
It is these small things that we grew so accustomed to and made this expat apartment feel like a home. And now consequently, what makes it feel so strange without. I have no regrets about getting Zeke and I know that giving him away to a great home was the right choice even as hard as it was. And believe me when I say that I’ll now be bawling along with everyone else anytime we watch a movie where something happens to the family pet.