Tonight, as we were playing, Gwydion was wandering amongst us seeking out suckers to pet him. Gwydion is our newest kitty, brought home by The Husbeast after being found stuck up in a tree. Our handsome fellow was moving from person to person, demanding attention, and watching him sort of got me thinking in the back of my mind.
I believe that it is pretty common across the majority of humanity to want to leave a legacy of some kind. We want the future to know that we were here, that we made a difference somehow. The odds are against us, as individuals, being remembered unless we do something on the extreme ends of the good / bad scale, but it is still a hope for many.
While that is also true for me (let's be honest, here, shall we?), I was thinking tonight as I watched our boy cat induce yet another of our friends to scritch his ears, that in many ways I've already made my mark on the world even if it isn't something that will go down in the history books. There are four lives that changed for the better, four beings who get soft, cushy beds, and bowls of food and water, and a safe place to live that is full of love that they may never have gotten if The Husbeast and I hadn't come along.
Do you know how amazing that is? We changed their lives! Forever!
Jasmine didn't have to stay in her crate at the shelter any more. She got to come home with us and discover the joys of tissue paper, plastic bags, and belly rubs.
Cobweb didn't grow up as feral, having to fight for every bite of food or struggle to find safe places to sleep. She didn't end up getting pregnant and having litter after litter of kittens because she was out and about with no way to prevent it. She got to come home with us and discover the magic of string, fishing pole, full body rubs, and Furminatoring.
Velcro didn't end up at a shelter where she would be killed after a week or less. She got to come home with us and discover the happiness of pinning Mommy to the chair, smoked ham, and The Red Dot.
And now Gwydion... who didn't end up getting hit by a car or having to make his way in the world without food or shelter. He got to come home with us and discover the joys of sliding across the wood floors at full speed, pouncing the other cats until they fuss at him, and eating us out of house and home.
Four lives that changed forever. Maybe it isn't history-making, and maybe it isn't earth-shattering, but you know what?
The Husbeast and I...we done good. :)
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