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今日から私はまた The Digichick Blog でチャレンジをやっています。2月中色んな Love 関係 － 自分の大好きな100の物や子供時代大好きなおもちゃやお気に入りの所とお香りなどのチャレンジをやていました。今月の最後のチャレンジは "私も愛せれています"というのテーマです。
私が作ったページは前に飼っていた猫ちゃんの話し、それから去年の誕生日に娘からもらったのギフトのことについてです。
是非このテーマのチャレンジをやてみてください。
Here's my page:
Journaling reads:
I once had an all-black cat named Ebony.
My boyfriend at the time was working for the local humane society and had gotten my parents' permission to give me a cat for my 20th birthday. On a previous visit to the shelter I had chosen an older cat named Phyllis. When the day came to go get a cat from the shelter my parents wanted to come along to have their say. We were in the cat room looking around when I walked by one of those floor-to-ceiling cat scratching post / play towers in the middle of the room. As I passed by, one cat reached out and swiped me across the face trying to catch my dangly earring. She was a little all-black cat named Carol.
My parents immediately preferred this feisty little kitty because they needed a mouser, not a lap cat. I had to admit she was cute, young and playful. Besides, my mother convinced me that Carol was the one who chose me when she reached out and got my attention. We chose her and renamed her Ebony.
Ebony chose me. She was mine. She loved me and I loved her.
She was my cat for the next several years. When I made the choice to move to Japan of course I couldn't take her so she stayed home with Mom and Dad. I missed her, but could meet her when I would go home every summer. It was like she was waiting for me. She remembered me. She would come up to me and snuggle me, and while I was home it was like she was all mine again. The years passed, I got older, she got older.
About 5 years ago when I was home visiting during summer vacation something happened. We're not sure if it was some kind of accident or animal attack, or what. But I found her outside under my bedroom window late at night. The dogs next door were barking like crazy so I shined a flash light down to see. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing in the light, she was panting and couldn't move. I immediately ran outside to get her. I woke up Mom and Dad and they brought her into the house. It was clear that something was very wrong. There were no visible injuries or blood, but she was obviously in great pain. It was time to say good-bye.
She died when I could be there to hold her. I am so thankful that she died while I was home and could see her one last time. She waited for me. She loved me and I loved her.
Last year on my birthday, my daughter surprised me with a birthday present she had picked out and bought with her own money. Its a little black cat doll on a cell-phone strap. With the gift she gave me a card and she wrote this message. Happy Birthday Mommy. For your birthday I will give you Ebony. I hope you like it because I chose it especially for you. I love you.
My boyfriend at the time was working for the local humane society and had gotten my parents' permission to give me a cat for my 20th birthday. On a previous visit to the shelter I had chosen an older cat named Phyllis. When the day came to go get a cat from the shelter my parents wanted to come along to have their say. We were in the cat room looking around when I walked by one of those floor-to-ceiling cat scratching post / play towers in the middle of the room. As I passed by, one cat reached out and swiped me across the face trying to catch my dangly earring. She was a little all-black cat named Carol.
My parents immediately preferred this feisty little kitty because they needed a mouser, not a lap cat. I had to admit she was cute, young and playful. Besides, my mother convinced me that Carol was the one who chose me when she reached out and got my attention. We chose her and renamed her Ebony.
Ebony chose me. She was mine. She loved me and I loved her.
She was my cat for the next several years. When I made the choice to move to Japan of course I couldn't take her so she stayed home with Mom and Dad. I missed her, but could meet her when I would go home every summer. It was like she was waiting for me. She remembered me. She would come up to me and snuggle me, and while I was home it was like she was all mine again. The years passed, I got older, she got older.
About 5 years ago when I was home visiting during summer vacation something happened. We're not sure if it was some kind of accident or animal attack, or what. But I found her outside under my bedroom window late at night. The dogs next door were barking like crazy so I shined a flash light down to see. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing in the light, she was panting and couldn't move. I immediately ran outside to get her. I woke up Mom and Dad and they brought her into the house. It was clear that something was very wrong. There were no visible injuries or blood, but she was obviously in great pain. It was time to say good-bye.
She died when I could be there to hold her. I am so thankful that she died while I was home and could see her one last time. She waited for me. She loved me and I loved her.
Last year on my birthday, my daughter surprised me with a birthday present she had picked out and bought with her own money. Its a little black cat doll on a cell-phone strap. With the gift she gave me a card and she wrote this message. Happy Birthday Mommy. For your birthday I will give you Ebony. I hope you like it because I chose it especially for you. I love you.
Twenty-two years after the first one, I got another Ebony. I've never cried over a birthday gift before, but I cried for this one. My daughter remembers Ebony and knows how much I miss her even now. I have never before received such a thoughtful gift given out of pure love. I love my daughter's precious gift. It reminds me of my Ebony, but even more it reminds me of how much my daughter loves me.
She chose it just for me because she loves me. I am loved.
1 comment:
Well that page is just wonderful but the journaling is priceless. I am very teary-eyed! What a sweet kitty and a sweet daughter. And you don't know me from Adam, er, Eve, but I found your blog while blog-hopping and I love your pages and think it is so neat that you live in Japan! I am in the US and about 22 years ago my best friend married a newly immigrated sweet guy named Yosuke, who now has his own restaurant. My two daughters are adopted from China. I love how the world is coming together in these ways! In my little China-adopt digi-scrap group we have members from all over the world.
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