But first, coffee.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel so overjoyed that I am the one that gets the coffee.
I have a blast running the front desk, playing with the kids, teaching the kids – but not teaching them in an academic sense. Teaching them how to be themselves, teaching them to be mindful, teaching them love.
Eddie, my late friend, would always stop in conversation to tell me what great work I am doing with these kids, and how much I am influencing them for the greater good. I would laugh, because I am just the receptionist. But I still hear his words in my head and it makes my heart warm.
I think one of Eddie’s cats that we took in, is dying. And it makes me so sad to see her that way. I keep telling her I love her and I thank her for being there for Eddie, and for Taylor, and for me. Taylor doesn’t want to put her down. We both aren’t sure if she is actually in transition or not. But that may just be wishful thinking.
I don’t want Olive to die. I love her very much. I remember seeing her at Eddie’s house, feeling a weird premonition that she would be mine someday. I would push those thoughts away, but they were right.
I have a bond with this cat now and I will miss her immensely. I hope that she is just under the weather and not about to pass. I hope that she lives at least through the end of the year. I feel selfish when I ask her to stay with us. I finally told her she can do whatever she wants. Then I told her I loved her and kissed her head. She purrs, but she just seems so tired…
Please send good energy to Olive. I keep praying to the angels to keep her safe and comfortable.
I wish I didn’t have to go to work today, so that I could monitor her. I don’t want her to feel alone.
In the meantime, I guess I’ll just go get the coffee.