Synge and Faelina

It's funny how often we don't realize that we are missing something until it has actually come into our life. On July 2nd of this year I thought I was completely fine. I was perfectly content (or thought I was) with Synge as my only pet, and could likely have gone on happily deluding myself for years. But I knew that Synge missed the companionship of the other pets and people she'd had back in Alaska and with her loneliness only increasing had decided to adopt a kitten for her sake. On July 3rd I brought home a tiny little kitten and I discovered a hole in my life I'd never knew existed, one that she thankfully has filled completely.

Now, almost 5 months later, I can't imagine a life without Faelina. It would be strange to wake up and not have her there purring away as she licks my face, bites my earrings, or attacks my feet. I no longer know what it's like to not have to pull her out of the refrigerator every time I open it because she's climbed inside in search of canned food. Where Synge loves to curl up in my lap but hates to be held, Faelina would let me hold her for hours if I had the time. It wouldn't be a normal day if she didn't climb straight up me four, five, six times to get to my shoulder; I am riddled with scars from her doing this but I gladly take the scratches and scars for her happiness. She has become obsessed with coconut oil and every time she thinks she might get some her eyes light up like mine do when I get peanut butter and you can hear her purring from across the room. I smile every time. There are definitely moments when I find her not so thrilling, when her alter ego that I refer to as the "possessed little demon fairy" comes out and creates havoc, chaos and mayhem. Those times don't last long though, and even then there is a part of me that has to smile because she, in that moment, is so utterly delighted.

But what makes this little one  perfect is not what she has done for me, but what she does for Synge. I wouldn't have thought that Synge could be happy with a little sister who steals food, usurps her favorite sleeping haunts, and attacks her face numerous times a day (to play), but she is. There is so much  peace in her eyes now, and the loneliness she once showed is gone without even an echo. She is finally content. There are moments where I turn around and find them both curled up with each other and the sight makes me so happy I could burst.

It makes me wonder what else I am missing now that I'll discover in the years to come. If the future brings anything close to what Synge and Faelina have given to me then I will have a truly remarkable life.