12/18/2019
Here is a rare selfie of Okie and me. I think it’s the only one that I have. She was not one to get affectionate on cue, so it was hard to get us in the same photo. She would snuggle with me on her own terms. Everything had to be on HER terms.
As I am getting used to this new reality without her, I am reminded of Okey’s paradoxical spirit. She was timid and brave at the same time. Coy but loving, hopeful but anxious, independent but needy, adventurous but cautious.
Whatever her temperament, she always seemed full of possibility. She filled me with a sense of possibility.
She had a compelling story that I felt compelled to tell - through writing and through art. Her story about the connections between animal abuse and domestic violence moved people.
Lately I have backed off from story telling, and I feel remiss. Her story, and other stories need to be told.
I’d like to do something in the near future to share her story more fully. I’m not sure what that is at this point. I’m open to ideas. What would you like to see me do?
The love that my friends have shown as I cope with her loss and the recent loss of my sweet Noah has been very moving. Thank you for that. If you have ideas for how I can more completely tell Okey’s story, please share below. Thanks. ❤️