That night, as I laid in bed trying hard to not think about how sad I felt, Titch's presence became very obvious. She had always come to the bedroom at night when I went to bed so she could have her evening cuddles. She would sometimes lie on my chest and purr as I stroked her glossy black coat. She would then excuse herself to spend most of the night sleeping on the deep window sill in our bedroom. During the night, I would be aware of her jumping up beside my pillow from time to time. Friday night, she jumped up on the pillow again. It was so real, I found myself reaching around to stroke her. But, of course, she wasn't there. That being said, I shared this story on my Facebook page and everyone came back saying that, of course, she had been there in spirit. Not only to let me know that she is still with me, but to make sure I was okay. Am I? Well, I miss her terribly and I as I type this, the tears are streaming down my cheeks again. But I know we did the right thing...she is not in pain anymore. And I will remember her always as my little "parrot". Whenever I would sit on the sofa, she was always right there behind me, with her paws on my shoulder, purring contentedly. From time to time, she would meow softly and headbutt my face, rubbing the top of her head against my cheek. Darling Titch - very much loved and very much missed.
But, life is a constant flow of sorrow and joy and on Saturday we traveled to the west coast to check out a house that was for rent. The three-bedroom bungalow is located in Ormiscaig, along the road leading out to the sea from the village of Aultbea. I had spoken to the owner on Friday afternoon (trying not to let my voice crack, because I was still painfully sad from Titch's death). He was charming...a gentleman from the north of England who, like us, had fallen in love with Scotland and went there to retire. He lives in the converted garage behind the house he had once occupied.
We arrived in Ormiscaig at the appointed time of 1pm and Tony greeted us and took us the short walk to the bungalow and we waited for the current occupant to let us in. We were thrilled with the house. The furniture is there for us as well, including an upright piano that will get much use from Chris and from my stepdaughter, Lucy, when she visits.
|The Bothie - our new home|
I believe more than ever that life presents us with the opportunities to make our dreams come true. Bit by bit, the path we are to travel is revealed to us. From the first time we attended a market in the area, we knew that we wanted to be there. And now we will be. I just wish Titch could go with us, but, then again, I am sure she will be with us wherever we go.
|The view from the Bothie - Loch Ewe, the Isle of Ewe|
and the Torridon Hills