Just one more hug
I dreamt about Astin last night: my little furless cat who died in 2007, one night completely out of the blue and in less than 2 minutes.
I think I am what is called ‘over’ his death: it still (and probably always will) twists my heart with sadness and pointlessness, if I think about it too much I will cry, but on a day to day basis I function normally and am able to be happy and enjoy the little things in my life as much as possible.
In my dream, we were having a cuddle. And it was all there: the warmth of his little skin folds, his smell, him putting his face in my face and sniffing my eyelashes. I felt ganged up on by my memories when I woke up, because ‘over’ his death or not, I would kind of kill right now for just one more hug with him.
And then have to change my clothes because little naked cats, they sweat and it leaves marks all over you (it does!).
I’m so sorry about Astin. What a cute and exotic little thing.
I’ve had dreams like that, when I woke up with my heart actually aching over the loved one that I encountered in a dream, and it was so real, including, one time, my cat Clarence. There is such a compelling feeling that time that has passed and will never return, and feeling of “too late” I guess.
Plein de bisous pour toi. On t’aime très fort.
Bliss Doubt: Thank you for the sweet comment :) Astin looked a bit odd and evil without any fur, but he was the cuddliest cat I’ve ever met: he’d follow you around, wag his tail when he was happy and meowed all the time. Even talked back at you.
Those dreams are so bitter-sweet aren’t they? Like you can experience for a brief moment being with the people and animals you love, even if it’s not real. Yesterday I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, but today I’m glad I had the dream…
Sophie: merci mon chou chéri!! Je me rattraperai sur tes boulettes et les harponnerai pour des calins quand on viendra. À la fin ils en auront probablement marre et seront contents de me voir repartir, j’en suis sûre!! Moi aussi ze t’aime très fort xxxxx
Alors viens vite! Bubbles me rend folle à me suivre partout et me harceler pour avoir des câlins! Quand au Tok, il vient me voir pour téter mon tee shirt….fort peu agréable! Alors si tu veux leur faire des câlins, c’est quand tu veux!
Dreams like that are amazing – both happy and sad. What a lucky kitty cat to have an owner who loved him so much, and a lucky owner to have such a cat.
Karin, thank you :) I feel very lucky I had my little naked cat, even if it was only for 4 years. I won’t have another cat again – no one can stand up to my sweating, furless, eyelash-obsessed and cheeky little monkey. I say!
PS: The yellow house is lovely xxx
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