Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Thunder Paws' first day: one, last, lingering look

As the decades pile up in a person's life, there are days that can barely be remembered, others that are utterly forgotten, some that come back upon thought and reflection and then there are a tiny handful that stand out so strong in one's memory, either for good or bad, that they are never far from present consciousness.

The day that Thunder Paws came to live with us is such a day.

I remember it so well because it was a sweet, sweet, warm day.

All my children were still children, and they were a bright and eager bunch. Having them around was better than I knew, even when I knew it was good. On this day, I knew that having them there was very good.

And me, restless soul that I am, always climbing into an airplane, and flying off to somewhere else. Yet no place that I have ever been could give me what I found that day, May 15, 1992, in my own house and yard.

And capping it all of was Thunder Paws, brand new among us. What a bright fellow he was. Brighter than we knew. Sweeter than we could imagine. More loving than we would have believed. And so, although I have already told you the complete story of that first day, I am reluctant to leave it behind, yet again, and so I linger, for one more post, and share these five additional pictures from that day with you.

9 comments:

Eric and Flynn said...

There is no need to leave the story behind, it will always be in your heart.

Standtall said...

This is so touching. So lovely. How old is the young lady in that picture now?

Standtall said...

She your daughter right?

Cafe Cats said...

We are loving reading about your family!

ZOOLATRY said...

Thank you...

Daisy said...

I was just thinking how lucky you are to have such beautiful images of that day.

Zippy, Sadie and Speedy said...

Then there are those memories that, when aroused, will always bring a tear. Whether it be a sad or happy drop of water...

Grahamn Kracker said...

Yes, Eric and Flynn - For as long as I live, have a memory that works and a heart that beats, it will be there.

Standtall - she is 23. Nabysko, my youngest child.

Cafe cats: Thank you. Shortly, I will hope over to your site and will enjoy reading your stories, too.

Zoolatry: You are welcome.

Daisy - Yes, I still hadn't figured out that I needed to be photographing cats all the time, but it was such a wonderful day, so sunny, so warm, so happy, and me, having spent so much time in the cold and dark, I just went nuts with my camera.

zdd: Yes, and often, the same memory that brings the warm smile brings the tear, be it a warm or bitter tear.

Margaret Cloud said...

What an interesting post, love the pictures, your daughter is real cute, wish kittens could stay small a little longer than they do.