Pawse
It wasn’t until I came back up to the mountains that I finally paused. As my husband was staying in the city working, I came home alone to the mountain house where Nicola was no longer waiting for me. Once I settled back in the house I noticed loneliness arose and more tears came as I stared into the empty straw hut. I wondered if I subconsciously got busy so I didn’t have to feel this though I promptly decided it didn’t matter. I am trusting this process of grieving without judging myself. But pausing every once in a while to allow my feelings to remind me how much I miss that kitty is healing, and I’m sure Nicola agrees…