We live just a few doors down from the neighborhood public elementary school. That building was graced (hah!) with the presence of all four of my children over the years. “Field Day” is held toward the end of every school year. Today the school kids celebrated Field Day. Today, our family celebrates Chandler Day.
Eight years ago, my son headed out the door with anticipation for Field Day. He no sooner left, than he was back in the house. “Mom, you have to come see this!” I followed him out to our front yard, where he pointed to an orange blob (I didn’t have my glasses on) in a v-shaped joint of an evergreen tree. It turned out to be a tiny kitten – stuck there.
Mike was not about to go off to school until I reassured him I’d take the kitten in and care for it. I was not about to take the kitten in until he reassured me he’d ask around at school for whoever was missing an adorable orange kitten. Deal struck.
Long story short, we never found anyone missing an orange kitten. We ended up assuming the poor thing had been dumped, plopped in our tree, either because it’s right at an intersection for large exposure – or because someone knew my neighbors were active in a pet rescue.
Knowing Chandler as we now do, he probably put himself there. He’s always had a penchant for climbing – and an aversion to getting back down.
So today we thank whoever originally cared for him, and Fate or whoever decided he should be found in our tree – and celebrate the love and joy Chandler has brought into our family and our lives. He helped fill the void in our hearts left after we’d said goodbye to Bubba; and he’s been “Big Daddy” to countless foster kittens here.
The Zen Man has shown us you just never know what turn your life is going to take, as you step out the door each morning! Love you to pieces, Chandler! xo
|Becky painted Chandler|