It was a few days after our cat Fergus passed away. We were lying in bed, weeping I asked Grant, “why do you think everything that has happened to us over the past six months has happened?” “Good question”, was my husbands response, “we will just have to wait and see”.
In that moment he reminded me of faith, trust, to believe that no matter what, there is good in everything.
Six months earlier we had moved in to our dream beachfront home we had bought. “Fergus’ retirement home” I called it. Quite a radical move for us; moving out of the big city to a rural home, away from the busy environment to a more peaceful life.
We had committed to trying it out for 12 months or so, see how we felt. Within weeks we loved it, it felt like the right move, we were happy and as importantly, Fergus loved it too!
He explored the neighbourhood, came in doors with muddy feet, ate crickets and even had his own garden to poop in. One day he came in from exploring during the night and was wet from the neck down; we suspected he had a tussle with a rabbit or something. He didn’t care, all he cared about was delicious toweling down he knew he would receive when he walked in the house wet.
On June 4th, five weeks after we moved in, we went to sleep shattered, feeling satisfied we had just unpacked the last box and hung the last painting. Four hours later I awoke to my husbands shouting that our house was flooding, and flooded it was.
A freak accident caused unbelievable damage to our dream home, and shattered our worn out hearts.
Five months of repairs and renovations, moving out of our home, finding somewhere to live that suited as we managed the repair, was as we called it, one of the most stressful events in our life.
We moved back in to an incomplete home at the end of September, very much a construction site, and three weeks later Fergus’ illness suddenly took the better of him and he went to sleep. Fergus wanted to leave this place the way he lived it, with dignity and in control of the situation.
I too wanted to give up when I lost my buddy Fergus, however I kept focusing on what I did have and everything else that was good in my life. I focused on whom I had and most importantly remembered that life was still beautiful and I had beautiful people surrounding me. Once again I was shown what a gift my husband Grant is and I feel unspeakably grateful that this event showed us both yet again how fortunate we were to have each other.
No matter what is going on for you right now, stop and remind yourself about what truly matters. Remember that ‘stuff’ is temporary, however memories last a lifetime. So make sure that every day you surround yourself with quality people (and pets) who love you and whom you love and go and make some quality memories. Thankfully we have many of Sir Fergus.