Losing Hanna… for 18 years I’ve dreaded this place - where I am today… the place without Hanna. Yes, she was my pet, only a pet.. but she’s so much bigger than that to me. She was one of my biggest teachers of feminine essence, love, loyalty and commitment.
I put Hanna down exactly a month ago, August 17, ‘09. Since then it’s felt like my heart’s been jerked out and used for a baseball. The tears continue to surge and I’m left behind, empty handed. No sweet, soft face to kiss, to hold, and call out to in comfort and joy. Hanna grew on me like white on rice. She was my shadow. For those of you who think cats are aloof and frosty … that’s an error.
For those of you grieving your sweet pet, my heart and prayers go out. I am not sure you or I will “get over” this loss… how can we? The place in our hearts where our pets live is filled with a tremendously deep love. Loss of a pet can tear into us with the force of thunder. It’s one of the hardest periods of life that I have endured so far.
Remembering…
Hanna was a gift from a dear friend, Christine. My friend was aware of my single life.. living alone.. she thought it would be complete with a cat. You see, Christine was a cat lover, growing up with them she believed everyone wanted one too. Quite frankly Christine, I did not want a cat. I repeatedly said to her, “what the hell am I gonna do with a cat?” Her reply was insistent… “you need one and her name is Hanna!” Geez, I thought, can’t even name my own pet! So, off in my car I went.. Hanna in tow. Looking at that sweet face.. all smiles… she melted my heart and found her “huge” spot in it to live. (A big thanks to Christine!)
Hanna and I had a lot of ups and downs… not with one another… from the beginning I knew we were to be together, well, sort of. Not sure why we were made for one another.. until years later.
I was the proverbial single woman, a boomer growing up in the liberation era, out to prove that I am just as talented as a man and more than equal! I am proud to say that I proved it too! (my attitude at the time)
What sweet Hanna taught me - it was okay to be soft and yielding.. but just because she was sweet and innocent did not mean she was a push over! Hanna was very determined to stay in her power and would let you know IMMEDIATELY if you were stepping beyond her boundaries….HISSSSS….
That was the lesson for me! Through her innocence and commitment to me, Hanna had a special way of just being. I’m not sure I ever noticed out loud. She taught me through osmosis.
What I leave with you today. Death and loss is gravely difficult. It brings pain and it hurts, something gawd awful. I am taking it a day at a time… please visit again tomorrow, when I journey (again) through the loss of Mom. Again, our posts this week are not for the weak of heart.
Please offer you comments, how you moved through the mud - what helped you survive.. we’re begging to know.
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