The unexpected sources of healing

[darkemeralds]

A week ago, a dear friend hurt me pretty badly. Today, the post office delivered the mail they've been holding for me since I left on vacation, and in it was a very lovely, thoughtful gift from that same friend.

About four months ago now, Monsoon died. It was a shocking thing to witness, and I knew I hadn't fully dealt with it.

When I opened my front door to get my mail this afternoon, a young cat, about three months of age, came strolling in to my house.





Monsoon

Son of Monsoon

There is no telling where healing will come from.

Comments

[emeraldsedai.livejournal.com]

You are so sweet! I haven't actually adopted this guy--I'm almost sure he belongs to a neighbor; rumor has it he's named Rufus.

But it did my heart so much good to realize that he is very likely actually the Son of Monsoon. The resemblance in body conformation and behavior is uncanny. Also? He did seem to know me and the house, which is just eerie.