"You should get a cat, "my therapist(治疗专家)said. "A cat?" I couldn't even look after myself. . I took a deep breath and carefully considered the idea of welcoming a feline (猫科的)friend into my life. This seemed like too easy a fix for the fact that I couldn't leave the house without bursting into tears.
When my partner and I found Cinnamon, her adoption profile made her out as the perfect kitten. We filled out the paperwork and prepared for her arrival.
When she came home, it became increasingly obvious that Cinnamon didn't understand "no", "stop it" or "don't do that". She was the worst cat I've ever owned. I was beginning to doubt my therapist's advice.
After visiting our vet, she concluded that Cinnamon just wanted our attention. She fought tooth and nail to get a bite of our meals. She'd fearlessly lick sharp knives when left unattended for a split second. Cinnamon stole my heart with her bravery and kept me busier than I'd ever expected.
We decided to start taking her for walks. I could barely leave the house before, but my heart couldn't say no to Cinnamon. Cinnamon showed me what bravery looked like. She didn't stop to consider every possible outcome of a situation; she simply went for it. If there was a dog at a park, she would run toward it. She jumped without knowing where she would land. She loved adventure. I found myself mirroring her behavior after a while, jumping out of bed without a second thought. I began to find the motivation to get out of bed in the morning.
Cinnamon unfortunately passed away after a medical accident. I'm no stranger to sadness or grief, but losing my pet so suddenly was the most confusing emotional experience I've had to date. She no longer wakes me up at 5 am begging for breakfast, but she's still the reason I get up every morning.
Our time is often cut unpredictably, unmistakably short. It would be a shame to live life being anything less than brave and adventurous.
