Looking at the photos of the two cats, I immediately sensed that Maisie was the one I needed to focus on first. I sensed she was unhappy about the other cat Holly coming into her space. Holly felt like a foreign object in her life.

The floodgates opened when the woman said that Maisie’s brother had died. A wave of loss and grief washed over me. When it ebbed, I felt a tiny sense of hope. Maisie had not given up that her brother would come back. I explained to her that, unfortunately, he would not come back physically. I felt how my statement crushed Maisie’s heart. Show notes available here: https://www.mindful-connections.com/post/processing-grief