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A review by squilvia
Letters of Note: Cats by Shaun Usher
dark
emotional
funny
reflective
sad
medium-paced
5.0
In July, I had lost one of my beloved tuxedo cat. Her name is Lucy, named after I love Lucy show but have the complete opposite personality of the bashful and gregarious, lady protagonist. Sometimes, I barely noticed her waiting patiently next to my feet as I hunched away in front of my computer, half-awake working. Even when she was hungry, she would wait in front of the refrigerator silently with not a single mewl or meow escaping from her. She have three other brothers and sister and whenever it was snack time, Lucy was the only one who would line up and wait until everyone was done eating before shyly approaching me to have small timid bites.
But somehow her silent presence was loud enough that when she passed away, I fell sick for over three weeks, grieving over the sudden loss. It felt like my heart was ripped into tiny little pieces and living was too unbearable.
I don't particularly believe in higher power or anything similar in that regards, but I hope that she wasn't alone or in too much pain when she walked into that life. Most importantly, I hope she knows that she was loved.
Not many people would understand the weight that these feline brought to us in their limited time.
"Get over it. It's just an animal/pet" they would say whenever we told them about our loss.
This is the first book I read in order to heal and it give me some comfort in knowing that humans has always formed this kind intimate relationships between our lovable felines, one that crossed the boundaries of languages.
My support goes to everyone who once was lucky enough to experience the love and of course, with love always come loss, the loss of owning cats.
We all discovered the incommunicable within ourselves, we found each other and we loved each other.
And that was enough.
But somehow her silent presence was loud enough that when she passed away, I fell sick for over three weeks, grieving over the sudden loss. It felt like my heart was ripped into tiny little pieces and living was too unbearable.
I don't particularly believe in higher power or anything similar in that regards, but I hope that she wasn't alone or in too much pain when she walked into that life. Most importantly, I hope she knows that she was loved.
Not many people would understand the weight that these feline brought to us in their limited time.
"Get over it. It's just an animal/pet" they would say whenever we told them about our loss.
This is the first book I read in order to heal and it give me some comfort in knowing that humans has always formed this kind intimate relationships between our lovable felines, one that crossed the boundaries of languages.
My support goes to everyone who once was lucky enough to experience the love and of course, with love always come loss, the loss of owning cats.
We all discovered the incommunicable within ourselves, we found each other and we loved each other.
And that was enough.