To love is to lose

Just now Denzel was stretching out on the carpet and looking back at me in mid-stretch.

That was the exact way Wolfie used to be in a picture of him we had. Every time when thoughts of Wolfie cross my mind, I’m awash with sadness and longing. I wonder where he is now..I wonder whether he managed to stay united with little blue eyed Molly. I hope no one separated them. Memories of those two little kittens who once resided in our garage pierce my heart now and then. I wonder whether they have a loving home to live in. I hope with all my might that they do. I wonder what the new owners must be calling them. One of my favourite sayings goes on to say something like this..”You will never forget how someone made you feel...” I believe that is true.

It is raining again. I was surprised to see sunlight flood our bedroom as I was waking up. I was hoping that the storm had maybe passed despite the weather report. But I’m afraid, it hasn’t. I still miss the pine trees that the neighbour had in his garden that I used to look at while I wrote. One more piece of evidence that supports the theory of “You will never forget how they (person, animal, tree or thing) made you feel”. I guess what we miss in the end are the feelings that were generated.