Do It Myself Blog – Glenda Watson Hyatt

Motivational Speaker

Remembering My Beloved Faith

Filed under: General — by at 3:50 pm on Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Today is three weeks since I had to let go of my beloved Faith. Sadness still hangs heavy on my heart and the tears flow easily.

Faith was more than a pet to me. She was my constant companion, my friend, for seventeen years. Even when people weren’t around, she was. She didn’t mind my Glenda-ish or my jerky movements. She enjoyed her invigorating massages when I came home and she told me when she had had enough.

Wednesday, May 15th, was the first (and, sadly, the last) time she didn’t greet me when I came home. Now coming home is not the same; there is no pure joy to greet me.

Our lives were so entwined. The other day I was focusing on getting my autobiography up on CreateSpace (watch for an announcement soon), which was keeping the tears at bay for a while. I needed to write a short author bio, so I grabbed mine from Amazon’s author page. I updated about now being a motivational speaker (although I am not feeling very motivational or even motivated at the moment). Then further down was the line:

Glenda now lives in Surrey (near Vancouver) not far from where she attended elementary school. Although Glenda feels like she has gone full circle, this time around living in the area she has her husband of 15 years, Darrell, who also has cerebral palsy which makes life twice as interesting, and her 16 year old feline kid Faith.

The tears started, again. My initial response was to delete those few words. But that didn’t feel right. Faith cannot simply be deleted (with a few keystrokes) from my life. After some thought overnight, i revised the sentence to read “…and memories of her beloved seventeen year old Faith kitty.” Perhaps that is not how author bios are to be written, but that is what feels right to me at the moment.

Like my husband Darrell, Faith had been beside me the whole way on my journey from being non-verbal to becoming a motivational speaker. The discerning reader will find her presence on my speaker site.

Here’s a little secret few people know: in my stocking several Christmases ago I received socks with a cat applique. They became my Faith socks and, when they were easily found while packing, i took them on every trip. I always had Faith with me whenever I presented. I can’t imagine giving a presentation without my Faith and I am not sure I can wear the socks without tearing up.

Faith is everywhere yet nowhere.

Earlier today I put some clean clothes from the dryer onto the bed to put away later. She would have jumped onto the bed and snuggled in on the edge of the pile for a nap until I came to put them away.

Faith curled up on clean laundry on bed

She then would have jumped into the armoire when I opened a door or drawer. Next she probably would have been up on my scooter chair arm while I was hanging up the rest of my clothes and trying to jump onto the high closet shelf. She managed to do that a few times. Or, of course, into the linen closet. She opened the door herself, particularly during stormy weather if I didn’t open it for her first.

Faith napping in the linen closet

Even when showering, she was there. She would jump onto the shower bench, beside me, for a pat or two. After I pulled the curtain closed, she would poke her head in around the other side of the curtain to make sure I was still there, then she would settle down on my scooter and wait. When I was done, I’d say, “Faith, Mommy needs her chair now, please,” and she’d jump down like she had a clue what I had said. Although, in recent months, she needed extra encouragement to relinquish my chair.

Likewise, in recent weeks, when I climbed into bed she would be on my chair before I had barely stood up. Looking back on those evenings, I’m not sure if she was telling me it was bedtime or if it was her chair time. I guess it was the same result. And, after not too long, she would jump back over to the bed to cuddle and purr – the best sound in the world!

No matter where I was or what I was doing, Faith wasn’t far away.

faith asleep on my desk

The other night Darrell commented that Faith and I weren’t intertwined, but that we were one, just in two different forms. And that people who didn’t see that were blind. (No offense intended.) Perhaps that is why a part of me feels like it is missing.

Well intending people have asked me about getting another kitty; one asked even before Faith’s ashes had been returned. Another individual said that I would forget about Faith. How could I ever forget a seventeen year friendship?

Faith cannot be replaced and she will never be forgotten. Her little kitty paws are too tightly wrapped around my heart for that to happen. With time, the tears will likely be replaced with happy memories. But, for now, I am sad and missing my kitty like stink…and that is okay. Nothing says life needs to be a perpetual state of happiness.

A beautiful closeup of Faith and her captivating green eyes

Mommy loves Faith. Now and forevermore.

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Comment by Wendy McClelland

June 12, 2013 @ 5:05 pm

Glenda – I totally know the feeling of loss you’re experiencing having lost some dear four legged kids over the years. Animals give that unconditional love that cannot be duplicated by people. It is something very unique and special.

I can tell you that when I did choose to get another animal it did help mend my heart – it did NOT replace the loss and certainly didn’t make me forget my lost friend, but I felt that joy again – the joy of a happy furry face there to greet me when I arrived home or one who would snuggle with me even if I didn’t look my best.

I hope when the time is right you will find a new cuddle buddy with four legs.



Comment by Suzie Cheel

June 12, 2013 @ 5:28 pm

Beautifully expressed, you have me in tears
thanks for sharing

Comment by Glenda

June 12, 2013 @ 5:35 pm

Wendy, thank you. They sure have a way for working their way into our hearts and lives, don’t they. And, yes, there will likely be another furry friend at some point in the future. The animal lover gene is too strong for there not to be.

Interesting. The sun came out briefly while I’m typing this at 5:30pm on Wednesday, the time she passed away. There is sunny patch for Faith.

Comment by Glenda

June 12, 2013 @ 5:59 pm

Suzie, thank you. Sorry for making you cry too.

Comment by Leanore

June 12, 2013 @ 6:30 pm

as tears roll down my face, I empathize with how you feel as I have experienced this kinda of loss too. It shocked me, the feelings, the loss. The feeling of losing part of yourself shocked me as I had lost both my parents and knew what loss felt like. However, a dear kind man gave me a book called, “For Every Dog and Angel”…a passage that gave me eternal hope and faith in my believe that I too was intertwined, connected as no one could ever understand. This passage helped me soooo very much “But the greatest gift these two will share is knowing what is in the other’s heart side by side, looking up at the sky on a starry night, a forever person and a forever dog (pet) will share all the secret hopes and dreams that are only told to a very best friend. A pet can never really be separated from its forever person. Neither time nor space can ever come between them. SO when the pet comes to the end of its earthly life, and must go on ahead without the person beside them, the guardian angel becomes a loving bridge that connects the two friends for as long as the person remains on earth.”

Comment by Michelle Harrison

June 12, 2013 @ 10:01 pm

Thank you for your open heart and gifted writing. You put words to our deepest relationships with the pets who have shared our lives. Sometimes I think of pets as proof of God’s existence because they are here to love and be loved only.

Comment by Happy

June 13, 2013 @ 3:16 am

My dog Sarah was there for me during the deepest darkest depression of my life, when my own (now ex) husband said he couldn’t deal with it and withdrew his affection. She was there for me when I finally recovered enough to end the marriage and lived alone for the first time in my life. She emigrated with me to England when I married again. She was there for me when I became ill and bedridden with CFS and Fibromyalgia. Then last September, I had to let her go. We’d been together for thirteen years.

It was January before I was ready to get another dog, and several trips to the shelter before we found the right dog. He’s completely different from Sarah in so many ways. I have come to love him, as I expected to, but I don’t think I will ever need him the way I needed Sarah. (At least I hope not – those were dark times.) He can’t fill the hole she left in my life, but he’s burrowed in and made his own place.

You’ll know when the time is right to let another furry love into your life. Faith deserves and you deserve this mourning time, and three weeks is so soon.

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