I always enjoyed Valentine’s Day because I had a sweetheart. His name was Emeril Wolfgang. I could never remember the exact date of his adoption, so we celebrated his adoption/birthday on Valentine’s Day. This is my first Valentine’s Day without my sweetheart.
I’ve been feeling a little down all week thinking about Emeril. Max is such a happy, adorable cat, and I cannot imagine life without him. He makes me smile and laugh every day. I love him very much. But I still miss Emeril and always will.
In a misguided attempt to snap me out of the cat blues, my rambunctious, fearless, super-energetic feline named, Mighty Max, managed to slice open one his back foot pads. For the life of me, I can’t figure out how it happened. He’s still playful and gobbles up his food, but I’ll probably still take him to the vet—just to be safe.
I don’t want to overreact (my natural default when it comes to my furry felines) but I also don’t want to under-react either. It’s a tough balance when you’re a neurotic cat mom like me.
In memory of Emeril, here’s a love poem by William Blake. He’s writing to his sweetheart, hence the “she” so please mentally substitute “he” instead. Hmmm…I might have made it weird now—since “he” is a cat. Oh well.
by William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
He took her with a sigh.
Max and I wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s Day!