Awhile ago I wrote about trouble coming in groups of three. And how we might project which three of a lot of bad experiences were the “correct” three. So now we have lost three cats in about a month. This morning it was Frida.
We found her having seizures this morning. The only time she could make a noise was when one grabbed her. She had an appointment with the vet at eight this morning to check on her loose stool; she died on the way, in my arms. Again. I watched her eyes go from blue to black.
I guess we never even got a picture of Carlos alone. He died a week ago; the vet neglected to give us the meds he (they) needed when we adopted them. So went the two little miracles we had in our lives for about ten days. Frida was so much alone this last week without Carlos.
It makes the loss of my Mouse all the worse.
Can I ever establish companionship again with the wisest element of nature that I know?