Now I'm not going through cancer, but I have felt that unexplainable-ness in a different way.
Saturday, August 10th, 2019 was an awesome day full of laughs and adventure with friends during a
weekend at camp. We got finished tubing on the lake and they decided to go get dinner. Not feeling great I stayed back to call home. I could tell right away that my Mom's voice was off.
"oh no, something probably happened to one of the kittens they rescued," I thought, But then she said Rowan, and my heart sunk.
Rowan was a cat, yes just a cat, but also no, not just a cat.
On August 19th, 2018 my sister Sarah found a tiny grey tabby kitten when she went to take care of the chickens. We named him Rowan and over the next few months, I socialized him from a stray to a part of the family. He would follow me everywhere, sleep on my lap when he could, wake me up in the morning to snuggle and be waiting for me on the banister when I got back from work. He brought me so much joy and was such a gift.
"The screen somehow came loose and he escaped, oh Abby I'm so sorry!"
Rowan never found his way back. I never thought he would. I knew he was gone.Why?
It's been 6 months and it still hurts sometimes.
Why?
He was only a year old, I was planning to have him for at least a decade.
Why?
Maybe sometimes there are no answers
