Yesterday, my daughter cries out that Jack’s scar is leaking.
Remember Jack? Our one-eyed cat, over this past year, seemed fully recovered from the day we rescued him: he learned to purr again; he discovered his lost meow; he started caring for other cats; then he learned to stand up for himself against the other cats; and finally, he learned how to knead the bed like normal kitties do.
He was fully alive, fully cat.
We hardly notice the scar anymore. It’s only when other folks come over and comment that we remember.
|Infected Eye Wound|
But the wound where his eye once was becomes infected. The vet says the infection is so great, so deep, that it has to burst out of the scar.
We hold Jack all evening. We care for the infection, treat it with medicine, and give special attention to him.
I remember that sometimes wounds leak. Even after a year of healing, the old scar can ooze. Just because we don’t notice the wound, one day, it bursts back into our lives and threatens us with that discouraging reminder.
But we aren’t discouraged. We go back to the basics. We hold him, love him, and treat him. We aren’t shocked or repulsed. It’s part of his journey, and we’re right here with him.
Living with flair means I’m in this with you. Even when the old wounds leak out, we go back to the basics, take care of one another, and let the healing begin again.
Journey: When old wounds leak, how can I keep from being discouraged?