I keep taking long breaks from blogging and I’ve been feeling guilty. I keep trying to telling myself I shouldn’t feel guilty because this is my hobby and I’m writing just for me, but the guilt keeps creeping back. I haven’t really had inspiration for any posts recently even though a lot has happened. I recently adopted an 11-year-old senior cat name Sake from the Maui Humane Society.
I’ve been thinking about adopting an animal for a while now, but I know I don’t quite have the resources for a dog yet. Last week I made a trip to the Humane Society on the way home from work, and fell in love with one of the senior cats there. I came back the next day and I found out the cat had gotten adopted. The staff there were so happy because not many senior cats get adopted, but I was a little sad. I spent some time visiting with the other cats and immediately got drawn to Miss Sake.
She was pretty shy and with-drawn compared to the other cats and she was curled up in a little corner. I went over to her and sat next to her for a while until I finally started petting her. She wouldn’t stop purring and every time I would take my hand away from petting her she would place her paw on top of my hand and pull it back in. I petted and played with her for about an hour and decided to place a 24 hour hold on her. This would give me some time to think about it overnight and also I would be able to have some time to get supplies ready at the house.
All that night I couldn’t get her off my mind. The next day I came back and picked her up for her final adoption process and brought her home! It was my birthday weekend and was I got Glutenized the following day, which I was upset about as it was my birthday weekend, but it turned out to be the perfect time to spend getting to know her and making her familiar with the house and all her new spots. She’s been an amazing animal already and just knows when I need some snuggles.
Last week I also started seeing a psychologist. It has been something I know would be good for me but have been avoiding for a while. I haven’t been to a therapist in a couple of years now. I’ve been in such a transitional period in my life with all of the moving that I haven’t wanted to spend the time with creating the relationship with a new therapist when I was just going to move again.
I finally called up my doctor and they referred me to a small practice right down the street from my house. I was able to get in the same week and have reoccurring appointments scheduled for every Friday now. Our first meeting went really well and I was so happy to feel a good connection right away. She specializes in trauma, PTSD, and chronic illnesses, which ties in really well with all of my chronic issues. It was hard doing a first time therapy appointment because it’s pretty much just all intake to tell your history. A lot of things I don’t want to think about get brought up, and by the end of my hour session I was mentally drained.
One thing she really stressed was to take some time for self-care the rest of the day. I had every intention of going to the beach and relax with some music and a book, but when I got home I sat down by my new kitty and just started crying. Sake was still getting used to the house as she was only there a day at the time, and she was curled up in a corner in my bedroom. When I came home and started crying she immediately came out and started staring at me with her big beautiful green eyes. She curled up next to me and started purring and stared into my teary eyes. It was like she just knew the pain I was going through.
Through all of my younger hardships I always had our family Golden Retriever named Sam. During my 5 years off and on of therapy in the past, Sam was always there guiding me to safety. I still get teary eyed even thinking about him and how much of an amazing feeling it is to have that trusting animal who would never do you wrong. I’m so happy to be able to welcome Sake into my home now. It might just all be in my head, but I feel a really close connection to her already. I’m so happy to have her to snuggle up to on my down days, and to have another something to take care of and think of besides myself.