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Even kitty cats have their own path and lessons they go through. I have a story about a cat to share with you...and I hope it brings you some small measure of comfort as it did to me when it happened. My beloved companion, Nicky, was a beautiful ginger cat. When I was "adopted/claimed" by him..it was nothing planned on my part. I had stopped at a friends house and they told me of a bag of kittens they had found on the road. It had been run over and the mom cat and three of the babies were dead. Four little guys were alive and needed homes. We went into the backyard and the kittens were screaming and running to the food dish..they seemed half-starved. All except for the littlest and skinniest and by far the dirtiest. Instead of running to the food, he ran into my arms and was shaking with happy and purring as hard as he could and climbing all over me. I fell in love and took him home and for a few years, he not only bloomed but he was a magical cat. He shared consciousness on a number of occasions with me as well as with my husband. It was just awesome. Then one day, I went out to the front yard to call him in for breakfast. I was worried as he had not came in for supper the night before and it was the first time he had ever missed a meal. I was standing in the front yard, facing the white wooden picket fence that bordered the overgrown with weed lot next door as that is where Nicky and his cat buddies all liked to play. I suddenly was out of my body, hovering in the air about five feet above Nicky's body. It was all dark all around and he looked like he was laying in a little pool of light. He was on his left side, his little legs sticking straight out like rigormortar was already set in. He was on the grey bare dirt with a little tuft of brown grass next to him. I suddenly "heard" Nicky and he said to me.."Meowoo," (thats what he called me).."I can't get up to come home." I suddenly "knew" he didn't know he was dead so I quickly thought back to him."Don't worry Nicky. We will find you and bring you home." I felt his instant burst of relief and then I was back in my body still staring at the white picket fence. I burst into tears and ran crying into the house and my husband and youngest son said "Don't worry, we will go find him." My youngest (he was 14) jumped on his bike and went around the block looking for Nicky. He came back with tears in his eyes. He had found Nicky a block away..in the exact same direction I had been facing...and Nicky was laying on his left side, his little legs and paws all splayed out stiff and straight and there was a tuft of yellow grass beside him. My son said "Mom, I found him and he is exactly like you described." He was found laying just a couple of feet off the side of the street and had been run over. My husband took Nicky's blanket and they went and brought him home. We buried Nicky beside the stone wall he used to love to sleep on by the edge of the wild place. I morned him like I had lost a child for three months..and then one sunny morning...my husband shouted for me to come to the window of the bedroom. Curled up in a sunbeam on the top of the stone wall was a golden ball of a ginger cat..looking exactly like Nicky. I went barreling out the back door but when I got to the wall...there was no cat. My husband said the moment I had turned from the window, the cat had jumped down into the little walled-in corner of the yard we called the wild place. He said he never took his eyes off the corner and no cat had left. I checked everywhere... no cat. However, I personnel felt it was Nicky just letting me know he was happy and fine. If a little cat can come through like that and communicate so clearly and still be aware of himself as a separate entity.....after his body has already been dead for over 12 hours...surely we also can know..we are not our bodies. I have known I am not my body since I was a small child..always astral projecting...but it was nice to have it confirmed and it was wonderful to know my little friend and companion, Nicky...is still in the universe somewhere. Since that day so long ago...I have had two more ginger cats come into my life. If one dies..another one soon appears. The one after Nicky I named Mr. Wizard and he was my companion for 18 years until he passed with cancer and old age..and my new little guy is named Tenchi. I never go looking for them..they always find me. I like to think it is the spirit I knew as Nicky in a new form..keeping me company still. They all seem to be clones of him..right down to the dirty smudge colored spots on the nose and mouth. (I had thought he had gotten into oil somewhere first time I saw them and held him down and tried to wash them off :P poor little guy :P) Get a new kitten right away..it will ease you heart and help to heal the pain and you will be helping an animal. blessed be............
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