Loss and gain can affect us so profoundly that we temporarily forget who we really are. We tend to fixate on something nominal because dealing with a blow to our core is too painful. When we lost Cat, not only did I lose a family member, but I felt I lost part of my identity. We were a family of 5 – she being the 5th – and then suddenly, we were a family of four.
Cat did not start out as part of my identity. It probably took me a good 5 or 6 years to accept her place at the table – literally. But part of her remains in me – that part which led me to adopt two new Bengals, one last year and one early this year. I had never really identified myself as a Bengal-Cat-Person. I have had many boonie cats of questionable lineage. Now, it seems, I have a preference.
It was a hard decision to open our home to new pets. There was great debate between my son who missed Cat and wanted a new presence in the house, and my son who felt adopting a new cat would betray Cat’s memory.


