|Mommy and Allie back in 1999 when she wasn't even one year old yet (and I had a horrendous haircut!).|
I have to say that after today's vet appointment, I think I may be recovering a bit more after Emmi Sue's passing. Holding Allie in my arms as I did at the office, I felt like such a "mom," and I haven't felt this way in ages. Ugh, it really isn't fair of me to say this since Jinger cries for me to hold her a few times each day and night, but somehow, it's not the same thing. Allie was frightened and needed me to hold her so she could dig her sweet little face in my arm. I needed to protect her and really take care of my baby, and I miss being so needed.
I think I need to reevaluate things with Jinger, though. She cries and cries for me to hold her and while I do take the time to do this, I'm somehow annoyed at her far too often. I shouldn't be feeling this way towards my baby girl, especially when I can't even fall asleep unless Jinger is snuggled in my arms as she spoons against my chest. I'm spending far too much time being sad and miserable to see the fantastic girls I have in my life and I only hope I'm not hurting them (mostly Jinger) in the process. Jinger is the only reason I will not adopt another cat at this time, no matter how much I may want to do this. She is still utterly depressed and not knowing what her new place is, so how could I even consider bringing another baby into our home? Hell no! My two girls come first in my life but I really need to start showing Jinger how much I absolutely adore her, rather than just say it here in my blog.
|One of Jinger's favorite things to do is jump in the empty laundry basket when I'm doing the wash. I leave it out for her, in the hallway, so she can jump in and out to her heart's content!|