Eye of Butterfly

It's been awhile since I last blogged. A lot has happened in the time I've been away. One major event that I struggle with is I was given a little kitten. She was so tiny. I took her as a favor, not really being a cat person. Well, she quickly found her way into my heart like no other animal. Unbelievable! Sleeping on my pillow, following me around the house. I even bought her a fancy feast cat dish, although she was much too tiny to reach it. At 6 months of age, she weighed just over 3 lbs. She could sit in the palm of my hand. On Dec 16, 2011, we got up that morning and Pooka followed me to the stairs. She always waited for me to go down and then followed me. On that morning, for whatever reason, she decided to race me. Our stairs go down 4, then a landing, then the final 10 stairs. When I went to step on the landing, Pooka was under my foot. By the time I realized it, it was too late. I stepped on her and as I tried to lighten my foot, we slid. She rolled under my foot and I fell. When I got up, she was gone. I called her but she didn't come. My husband said she was ok and that he saw her run. I continued downstairs and after he left (about 5 minutes) I called Pooka again. My 12 y/o son, Alex went looking for her for me. He found my sweet, loving baby dead under a table in my room. My heart hasn't been the same. I still cry for her today. I think of her almost daily and wish I could go back. To think I killed my baby is more than I can bare at times. The love of my life, being the sweet, loving man he is, knew how badly I loved my little girl. He knew putting her in the ground was too much for me. He made her a little pine box to rest in (Thank you, my Love!). She was wrapped in her favorite blanket and she's buried under out peach tree, with beautiful hyacinths growing for her. I thought if I got another kitten like her, it wouldn't replace her but slow my tears. I scoured craigslist for a little baby to no avail. I did, however, see this precious puppy (I'm not a dog person either! I'm a bird lady. LoL) that caught my eye. I had to have her. Well, after calling a couple times and getting no response, I all but gave up. A Afghan hound came up and I thought that would be cool but after calling to come see her, knew in my heart that she wouldn't be for me. We went to see her anyway because I think my husband knew how badly I hurt inside and he was desperate to help ease my pain. When we got there, I could care less about the puppy but the God and Goddess had their own surprise for me! There in the corner was a St Bernard and her 10 pups...the exact pup I had longed for but received no response. So on Feb 3, 2012, my beautiful Freyja came home with me. She is a love. I have a connection with er...although nothing like with my Pooka. I so love and enjoy Freyja's company. She's so loving and comical! Here's a photo of Freyja, sitting in a water bucket waiting to be watered. The bottom photo is how she sleeps most of the time with her toy moose. I so love this little girl! LoL

While I still hurt and miss my Pooka, my Freyja makes up for most of it. Once again, Life's good! I have not blogged in awhile but I plan to start. My hope is to blog at least 3-4 times a week. I'm very excited about spring coming(not quite here in Barffalo, NY!) and my new found interest in canning and pressure cooking. Maybe I can share some stuff and get you interested in it as well. LoL Stay tuned...who knows what'll come next! Blessed Be!