We’re having one of those days today. The kind that just makes you want to crawl back in bed and never get out. I’m not sure if there’s one thing that has gone as planned on this random Tuesday in November. There was a meeting I didn’t get to, tears over being late for school, tears for our sick kitty, a play date for an excited four year old that we also couldn’t get to…you know, because of the car that wouldn’t start, not to mention the husband that drove to Chicago for a doctor appt in a car without heat (and blowing freezing cold air that wouldn’t turn off, I might add) all on this fabulous 10° morning. No thank you “random Tuesday in November”. This wasn’t in our plans for today.
Another heavy part of this day is that in about an hour we’re going to be putting our cat down. Precious Cole. The cat who makes us a family of 6 according to the kids, not 5. The cat who was proud and snobby and not much for company, but came alive when we had kids. He’s been pulled on and chased and picked up and stuffed in baby strollers and forts and boxes and on certain days has even allowed necklaces to be placed around his neck. He’s the cat who follows the kids around outside like a babysitter, who sits on the swingset when they swing and comes to the house with them when they’re done. The cat who used to go on walks with us. Who would race to catch up with us if we left without him. He’s THAT cat. And he’s dying today…on this random, messy Tuesday in November. We’re sure going to miss him. Like CRAZY miss him.
So this morning I had to get down on my muddy floor [from the boots my six year old was stomping around and crying in] and act like the mud wasn’t there. I plopped down beside her, wiped her tears away and brushed those sweet little locks behind the smallest, cutest ears ever made by God. I told her we make our own plans for each day, but sometimes things just don’t go the way we would like. But no matter what, this is still the day God’s given us, let’s look for the good in it. I sort of feel like we’re going to have to pry our eyes open with crow bars today to find it, but I know it’s there. HERE. In this messy, sad day.
Here’s to searching for joy on a day when there just doesn’t seem like there’s joy to be had. R.I.P. Cole.
You’ve been a fabulous cat and the source of much JOY.