It's been over 24 hours since I have become petless. I feel like an orphan in a way and I can't seem to stop crying today. I could think of it as cleansing the soul with tears. Everything will be okay. The grand plan is unfolding exactly as it should and I trust the process of life.
These babies have been my comfort even though are only an image on a screen. I think getting new kitties will have a healing effect on me but I have yet to make the appointment. Still getting used to the idea of my routine changing. No 5 pm feedings right now, no litter box cleanings, no napping furbabies at my feet. Every noise that breaks the silence is one that could be a cat but then I remember.
Today I went through my bookshelves pulling books that no longer serve me. I had not intended at all to take care of that chore today but somehow it just felt right. It's funny how the universe will work magic to make things happen with no effort whatsoever. I've heard that in order to make room for the new in your life you have to get rid of the old. I suppose that goes for cats too.