Two journeys came together this past year, with lessons not lost on myself.
My sweet August Rose was hit by a car in May...
she dragged herself to the safety of the old outhouse in our apple orchard
- a shattered pelvis, an open leg wound. All we could do
according to the Vet., was keep her contained in a cat carrier
for almost two months and let her heal herself.
She did, miraculously, she did.
In so doing, this dear little one showed me such courage.
She officially became a house cat in July.
That July, I was diagnosed with breast cancer.
I felt that my very being had been shattered,
and I wanted to crawl away, into retreat.
But each day I was greeted by this little one,
this little girl kitten that never gave up.
Her presence often guided me.
Her recovery provided inspiration.
If such a little one could do this without complaint, so could I.
Two lives became intertwined.
We never know how courage will find us.
Sometimes it arrives in unexpected ways.