Sparky, but he was all his own. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. He was like a dream come true.
We headed into town to pick up some extra's for this little bundle of joy, when while I was holding him, he pooped in my lap. While a natural reaction, I began sobbing, as my husband pulled over. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I said through my tears. I took his accident as a sign that this was all wrong. The enormity of taking this little guy home became suddenly overwhelming. I didn't know if I was ready for caring for this kitten, when I was still so heavily grieving my heart cat. How could this feel so right and so wrong all at the same time? But a little voice inside of me kept saying, he was the one for me.
An amazing thing happened as I watched this little bundle of wild abandon, little pieces of my heart began to heal. Since Sparky was over year old when I got him, watching Boxer was like watching Sparky as a kitten. Sometimes I would be laughing out loud and other times I was in tears as I grieved and rejoiced in Boxer's spunk and personality. Nothing like the mellow mood of Sparky, yet so many times, I saw that Sparky look in Boxer's eyes.
Did Boxer replace Sparky? Never. But he gave me something to hold on to so I didn't fall through that gaping hole in my heart and gave me just what I needed to heal and love again.
And now I can't sit down without Boxer plopping on my lap.