Snuggly and cuddly

Spending the weekend with The Veteran as per usual.  Last night he made me homemade enchiladas.  Tonight is beef stroganoff.  He’s an amazing chef.

Yesterday, he was in a particularly emotional place.  His cat has still not made up with me.  She’s a gorgeous blue point Siamese that he and his late wife adopted while she was battling cancer.  He was telling me about how the cat would always stay near his wife and seemed to know she was sick.

I told him that one of the things that I adore about him is the love he has for his late wife.  He teared up and tried to fight it.   I took him into my arms and said, babe, let it go.  And he did.  He sobbed for about 15 minutes.  He kept apologizing; I said, don’t do that.  He kept saying that he’s stronger than this; I said that if we weren’t meant to cry then we wouldn’t have tears. (Now, if you know me personally, you know that I have trouble with crying myself – I hate to do it).

I held him and he thanked me for that.  He said that I pulled the emotion out of him.  I said, then that is a good thing, because you need to experience it – that’s as much about honoring her memory as anything else is.  And I will always honor her memory with him.

He told me last night that I reminded him of her.  I told him that there was no higher compliment he could offer.

Someday, I hope to have that kind of love.

Oh, and the cat?  Made up with me for about 30 minutes before she realized I wasn’t him.  Lol.