I have a photo open on my desktop.
It’s from when we took Cocoa to Gentle Pet Crossing.
Cocoa had passed Friday night. We took her there Saturday afternoon.
I would have kept her forever. But, she was already starting to decompose.
The pic is of Mom holding Cocoa in her baby blankets.
Cocoa died with her eyes open. Funny, since she’d kept them closed during the process of dying.
But then she saw who/what ever was coming from her, and those pretty green eyes opened one last time. And stayed that way.
I won’t publish that photo, obviously.
Here’s one from better days.
But here at the anniversary of Mom’s passing, I remembered her telling Cocoa in that moment, “Grandma’s coming.”
That was Jan. 27. Mom would leave in the earliest hours of June 16.
She wanted Cocoa to know she wouldn’t be alone too long.
This all came my way because I am hiring a new cat sitter for that day.
I am a strong woman, but even I know better than to hang around the house on the worst anniversary of my life.
Cocoa tolerated Grandma. So did Maddie. Belly plays all sides. But the black cats, Kadie and Magic, loved her best.
Happy birthday Kates. Hope you and Grandma spent it at the Rainbow Bridge.
Mom had also said this was about the only way to let her hold Cocoa. She was all about me in life. Grandma was the substitute human, for sure.
Anyway, I hope wherever they are, Cocoa lets Grandma hold her.
When Maddie, Kadie and Cocoa passed, I always said, “They’re too little to be all by themselves.”
I said that when Mom passed, too.
I still can’t believe she did something before/without me. First for everything, I guess.
