I wasn’t even in town when the decision was made to add to our family.
I admit, I was slightly annoyed that a big decision was made without me.
But then I got back home and saw just how in love my boys were with this new addition: a kitten named Mac- named after the orange color of macaroni and cheese.
And especially my kindergartener.
He’s always loved animals.
After school, you’d find Mac tucked under his arm as he played on the iPad or watched tv. He and Mac cuddled up together at night.
He loved that cat so much.
We don’t know quite what happened.
It’s not something we were prepared for at all.
But yesterday afternoon, my son came to find me in my room where I was cleaning and said “Mac is just laying down on the couch and won’t lift his head.”
I didn’t think much of it at first, thinking Mac was napping.
But then a sinking feeling settled in and I went to check.
And for whatever reason, Mac had passed away.
I tried to explain it gently to my boys.
The oldest and the youngest… they were a little sad, but somehow adjusted to the idea quickly. Whether it’s the resiliency of children or maybe it’s just that they didn’t really understand.
But oh, my middle boy.
He sank down against the wall in my room and his face crumpled.
I pulled him into my lap as his tears started.
“I loved Mac so much. He was the only cat in my heart.”
Not knowing what else to do, I held him and rubbed his back and told him that I knew he loved Mac. That he had been Mac’s favorite.
He curled up in my bed and I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him cry.
We said a prayer, asking God to take care of Mac.
I wish there were more I could offer to comfort him, this little boy who loved his kitty with all his heart.