|Abbey, April 2016|
None of my kitties have an official title of “therapy cat,” but I’m sure you understand me when I say that Abbey, Natasha, and Connor, and the kitties that came before, have provided therapy to me and to Larry through the years.
Sometimes that therapy is just staying close by when we don’t feel well.
I was under the weather yesterday. I don’t know if I ate something bad or had some kind of stomach bug, but I felt awful.
In the early afternoon, I lay down. Abbey got up on the bed with me and got under my quilt. She doesn’t usually stay there long, and she didn’t this time. But instead of jumping down from the bed and going elsewhere, she settled down in a kitty bed we have on the bed. Right beside me.
And she stayed there all afternoon. Whenever I turned over and whenever I woke up (once I got to sleep), she was there.
She was such a comfort. She didn’t snuggle with me. She didn’t purr. But she was there.
Thank you, sweet Abbey.