Persevering Paige

Back in December I posted on Facebook about my next door neighbor’s house burning down and how I was looking to do something nice for her. She had so many cats and they all died in her house fire. I have been so caught up in my own life and my own problems, that I have yet to do something nice for her. I have this overwhelming urge to offer to give my cat to her. Mittens was gifted to me by my friend Reagan a few months before she passed away. I feel “bad” for wanting to give away the cat my best friend gave me, but at the same time, I truly feel like it is Reagan telling me to offer him to my neighbor.
My neighbor has started the process of re-building her house. There is construction going on as early as 7 am sometimes because I hear it.;-) What better way to have Reagan’s memory live on then by her to still be the source of kind acts going on in the world? 
When Reagan bought Mittens for me, she told a lady in the store my story, and the lady paid for everything for my cat (except the adoption fees). Reagan was so thankful and this brought me to a thought: What if Mittens is a cat that is meant to be in the midst of many good deeds? It also has me thinking, “What if Mittens isn’t meant to be in my life forever? What if he was meant to be in my life to comfort me for the first year without Reagan, which is the most difficult one, and then he is meant to spread joy in the life of another person?” 
Maybe I’m just being ridiculous. Mittens is happy with me, and I’d feel horrible inside if I gave him away and made him adjust to a whole new lifestyle. I often need to be reminded that I can’t “save the world”, but I will likely die trying. 
I just believe that the world needs goodness put into it, especially right now. I believe that the good we put into the world is always there, circling around. I also believe that the best way for my loved ones to live on is through me. Every kind thing I do, it’s my Mom gracing the Earth one more time, it’s my uncle here for a few more seconds, it’s Reagan. My uncle said I was, “an amazing lady”-and I will spend the rest of my life proving him right. Sometimes its tiring. Sometimes it means kind acts that I can’t afford to do-financially or emotionally. Never though, is it not worth it.

I don’t know if I will offer him to her. I will have to keep thinking about if I can handle it emotionally. I guess the point of this was just to remind people to be kind, and to never stop thinking about random acts of kindness.