A white cat stands shakily in the middle of a hardwood floored room, staring longingly at the open windows before her. Opened wide, a strong warm summers breeze glides in, the scent of flowers drifting in along them.
The cat stares. Too old, and too unsteady, she isn't strong enough to jump up onto the windows ledge, to feel the breeze she longs to feel, to smell the scents of the flowers she cannot see. She shakes, her legs too old and weak to let her stand much longer.
I watch from the hallway, saddened by the sight of my Heidi Spidey. I cannot watch anymore, and i come to her and gather her off the floor and place her gently on her favourite window, near enough to the back of the chair so she can get off the window when she has tired.
The triumphant little, Gremlin-ish face that stares back at me as i place her on the window beams with so much happiness that it lifts my heart. For although I know it's a simple gesture, the joy it has brought her moves me greatly. She may be an animal, and she may be old, but she still desires, feels, wants. She's still here.
If placing her on the window so she could watch the world outside, feel its breeze and smell its flowers, is what has made her day, then it has made mine as well. I will not forget the joy that radiated from her little white face today. What seemed impossible to her was made possible in the blink of an eye, when she thought that no one was watching or noticing.
And i know the same for myself. Because when I think life is impossible, the moment will come when it is possible, and in the blink of an eye, my world will change even though I thought that no one was watching or noticing.