Jack was always scratching his face. His nails were too long, but filing them got him very agitated and often sent him into one of his 'attacks', so they frequently became serious weapons. He would scratch at his face, pull at his tube... some days he looked like he'd been in a cat fight, my poor boy.
Katie does the same thing now. She HATES when I try and do anything to her nails, every once in awhile I might be able to file one for about 10 seconds but that's her limit. She, however, usually uses her talons against others... mostly me. And it hurts.
But she recently scratched herself, a tiny scratch right in the corner by her left eye. Tonight she was sleeping on my shoulder, and I looked down and ... it was Jack. She looked so much like him. I had forgotten that the last few days of his life, he had a tiny scratch, right in the same spot she has now. When I looked down and saw her, so many memories came running into my head of those last few days. I kept looking at her, pretending she was Jack. Talking to her like she was Jack. Dreaming that I was getting to hold him, one more time. If I could have anything, anything, it would be that, to hold him, just one more time.
Katie today, and Jack on January 1st... if you click on the pictures to enlarge them, you can see the scratches on both them.