We all handle grief in different ways. When my RB Sambo passed, I was nothing but a crying mass for days.... Not able to eat or sleep. My arms ached for him and so did my soul. Everyone wanted me to get another cat right away but I couldn't do it for a long time. For my birthday many months later, my husband walked into the house and handed me a envelope. He had bought me a persian kitten that I would be getting soon, a copper eyes little girl with black fur and a short little nose. It was only then that I began to heal, when I got Ruffels. I have never quit missing my sweet soul kitty Sambo and I still think of him often.
Fast forward MANY Years later (over 30 years) and there is this black kitty, sitting at my door, screaming to come in. She belonged to a neighbor but this neighbor found her screaming on MY doorstep. For 2 years, she sat on my doorstep screaming and crying to come in to MY house.. Yes, this was Samantha. I have felt and still feel, that Sambo sent her to me because he KNOWS I still miss him after all this time. Of ALL the homes around me, THIS is the one she was found at and sat on the doorstep of and begged to come in non stop for TWO YEARS! We BOTH knew we belonged together from day 1. Sambo, or some higher power sent her to me, that we belong to one another as it was meant to be. Now we belong to one another and I talk to her about Sambo all the time, telling her, I know he sent her to me and how I still miss him but she is helping to fill that void he left in my heart and soul, she has completed the circle for me.
Not to even suggets that Amy, Chester and Giz are not my heart and soul too. But there is for us all, that ONE, VERY special, once in a lifetime bond that can never be replaced. But for each and every one we let into our lives our hearts, they are also SPECIAL forever.
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