Tansy Mae

A couple weeks ago I was speaking to a friend about our new cat.  It seemed that it was a surprise to her, and she inquired as to whether I had blogged about it.  After thinking this over for awhile, I realized that the reason I had not blogged about her is because I didn't want to be disloyal to Henry.  I didn't want to put words out there that would verify that Henry was gone, and I had replaced him.

So here goes:  Our new cat is Tansy Mae.  Tansy is an herb with tiny yellow flowers that I have always enjoyed, and Mae was my mother and sister's middle name.  I decided an orange cat was in order to satisfy the memory of two lovely orange cats I had when growing up on the farm.   I searched Craigslist for awhile and finally decided it was time to once again have a cat in our home.
When I went to pick her up at her home, I found the place to be quite chaotic and basically a mess.  There were two small dogs running around, and Tansy didn't come when called.  We finally found her curled up sleeping on a chair.  She was not afraid to ride in the car which I found unusual for a cat.  She was quite skinny, and I wasn't sure if this was her normal build.  Now that she has been with us for about four months, she has filled out nicely.  

  I can now say I love her and she makes a nice addition to our home.  I know my love for her can never be what it was for Henry; he was a very special cat who fulfilled very special needs in my life.  I also now realize I don't have to give up that wonderful memory of Henry just because Tansy now has my love.
We still light a candle every Thursday evening for Henry as that is when we lost him.  The magnificent sunflowers and zinnias that surrounded his grave this summer were a testament to him.

No matter what life takes from us, we must go on.  

Thought for the day:  That last page turned is a perfect excuse to write a whole new book.  Toni Sorenson.