Today we’re trying a little something different. Are you ready? Your word is below. Take the next ten minutes to write about the first single memory that word calls up. Focus on the emotions and the experience, spend ten minutes really exploring that memory. Then wrap it up, publish, and come back to link up.
I felt it in my stomach.
The two younger cats were showing undue curiosity about the space on the other side of my end table. I got up to see what had grabbed their attention.
My oldest, Cat, Herself, Mistress of All She Surveys, was lying on the floor on her side. Her front legs outstretched, claws scrabbling for purchase on the wood floor. Her hind legs drawn against her body, not moving.
I touched her gently, she made no sound, didn't acknowledge my presence. I carefully picked her up, something she despises. I sat with her in my lap. She finally looked at me, stood and leapt lightly to the floor again.
She stayed on her feet, though her backside swayed with each step. I followed her to the next room. She jumped to the kitchen counter easily.
I don't know. She is fifteen years old. I know our time left is short.
I'll be watching her closely.
The next crash will be the breaking of my heart...