Please allow a brief indulgence and then we’ll return you to real estate as usual.
I lost my shadow this morning. And unlike Peter Pan, I’ll not be able to have this one sewn back on by Wendy or anyone else.
This shadow has been with me for nearly 16 years, though she became more and more attached as the years went on. I can’t tell you how many blog posts were written with my shadow actively trying to pull my hand away from the keyboard with her paws.
It wasn’t enough to sleep on the bed with me. She had to sleep on my hand. Or my shoulder. Or even my head once. She absolutely had to be in contact with me through the night as much as was possible. Sometimes I shooed her away … it’s not fun having a cat clawing your hand as you try to sleep.
She also had this incredible knack for always finding my legs to step on as she walked across the bed. Regardless of the size of the bed or the position of my legs, she always opted to walk on top of my calf on her way across. I can’t explain how annoying this truly was.
Nor can I adequately explain how much I’m going to wish she were her to do so tonight and going forward. Unfortunately, at nearly 16, her kidneys and liver had other plans.
Under similar circumstances just under a year ago I wrote that the great baseball stadiums of yesteryear couldn’t last forever and neither can animals that carry their name. So it goes. But there’s little solace in inevitability.
And so I bid adieu to my shadow. My Griffith. Blogging doesn’t seem the same without the scratches on my hand.