yesterday i was outside on the fire escape. as i stood there, looking out at the houses and parking lot i was deep in thought. my concentration was interrupted by a tragedy. there, at the crest of the hill, stood a lady. she was calling for Killer, her cat, to return home. she just stood there yelling for about five mins. finally, in a last desperate attempt to communicate with her lost, furry friend, she said, "okay honey, i'm gonna come back out here tomorrow. and when i call, you come home. i love you Killer."
this morning as i was getting ready to go to class, i heard her out there again (keeping true to her oath) calling for Killer. today something in me snapped. what if Killer the cat is all yelling-lady has? there is something strangely comforting about another living creature in the house when you live all alone. and for yelling-lady to be suddenly stripped of that interaction is understandably upsetting.
being the way i am now, i sometimes find it hard to justify spending money on an animal while people are starving. but after you live alone long enough, you begin to realize the appeal.
we aren't made to be alone. we are made to live in community with others. the more i live, the more i understand how much i need community. i need others to serve, to learn from, to keep me accountable, to just... be with. a cat (pet) should not be a person's only companion.
it's horrible being alone. i hope killer comes home...
1 comment:
Your not really alone...I mean you can pretty much talk to me all day if you want. Then again, that just isn't the same.
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