My cat died, bravery, and advice from Winnie the Pooh

The last time I wrote was the last day in March. I wanted to see you be brave. Yes, I did. I wanted you to be brave. I wrote about being brave like I had it all figured out myself.

And the next day my cat, Pooh Hodges, died.

My daughter came running into my bedroom, yelling, “Pooh died.” or maybe she said, “Pooh is dead.” I had just woken up from a nap. Pooh died while I was sleeping. He died in a sunbeam.

And I didn’t want to write about Pooh, because I didn’t want to write that he was dead. And then the next day came and the next day, and the day after that.

I avoided writing by moving everything out of the basement into the garage. I avoided writing  by moving my office from the living room into the basement.

If I didn’t write I didn’t have to think, and if I didn’t have to think then I didn’t have to cry.

Think, write, feel, and then cry. Click To Tweet

The night before Pooh died he came and laid at the floor by my feet when I was writing about being brave. He put his paw on my foot as I typed.

Pooh’s ashes are on my desk now.

And, I don’t feel brave.

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.
– Winnie The Pooh

Today, lets start. Or, start again.

Let’s listen to Winnie the Pooh. The Winnie the Pooh that Pooh, the cat who managed my household, was named after.  You are braver, stronger and smarter than you think. Click To Tweet

Let’s be brave.
Let’s be strong.
Let’s be smart.

Let’s start. Or, start again.

xo
Pamela

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