They say grief is resilient. And it comes at the strangest of moments and you are reminded of it with the strangest of things. A few days back, I woke up to drink water around 2 am and a hair pin kept on the side table reminded me of my mom. As I laid down on the bed, I started crying silently. Leo my 3.5-month-old kitten was sleeping in one corner of my bed and had been giving me a lot of attitude through the day. However, as I lay there crying in the dark, I felt her fur on my arm. She came close to me and felt my hand with her paws. Then she rested a part of her body on it. It felt like a hand of a person who really cares about me, on my head. Very reassuring. After about 15 mins or so she lifted her body but slept close to me through the night. I almost thought I’m imagining things as how can this tiny little being be so sensitive. And everyone had told me cats are selfish. But it happened again and again as last few days have been tough for me. May be we don’t understand their way of expressing love.
Leo is teaching me more ways to love. She’s teaching me to be more receptive to love.