I have a cat named Ed Jack. He’s a year and three months old. Well, I really wanted to write a blog about him not just because of his cuteness or even his enormous appetite but because of his essential value as part of our family.
He came to our family a month after we lost our child. He was still a kitten then. I really don’t consider myself a “cat lover” but when I saw him, I fell in love with him. Those big brown eyes that I found lovely when looking up at me. And his sweet voice when he’s practically hungry. All of us in the family found him charming. But to tell you, our cat is not a usual cat.
As I went home every after my dialysis, Ed Jack would sit on the table waiting for me to hug him. Literally he would let me hug him! He would climb to my shoulder and rests his head. My worn-out feeling and the emotion of uncertainty about my future just goes away. It’s as if God has programmed Ed Jack to be my sweet and dear cat. Probably he can’t ask me if I’m okay after a stressful session (dialysis), but he certainly knows how to appease my inner turmoil. I love Ed Jack more everyday. He’s such an adorable cat.