Little Soul’s Purpose

Today has proved to be an amazing day, in a very strange way. Something I swore I would never do again, I did and there may be a good ending this time.

It began with a stray cat, who spent his time walking from hone to home, meandering across hills and into my forest for months. Who was responsible for him was never clear, so I assume he was the watch cat for this side of the hill above Puget Sound.

Christmas, I found him meeting me every day, as I came home, and eventually, with the weather as hellascious, as can be ,above the NW Pacific inlets and tributaries, we became friends.

He would visit for a while, warm up and then let me know he was ready to go out again. He never begged for food or water, although, he was offered kitty high tea, whenever he came to chat.

A few days ago, he showed up looking worried and asked if I could assist him, as he was bleeding from his ear, and a very large mass had grown next to the damaged ear. He still continued to come and go, seeking my healing skills, and allowing me to clean his ear, which continued to bleed or discharge puss from it ,on occasion.

I became a little angry with his owners. He must have them. So well behaved and loving. The back porches or yards I would see him sitting in must be one of his own properties.

In the past 2 days, he has sought to be held and comforted. He has slept in blankets, let me hold him in the sun, under the apple trees, for the first time. We both realized, he chose me to help him, no matter what the outcome.

He went to Dr. Janey for a chip scan. No, no one had been implanted. We worked on his ears and fed him organic, herbal foods for healing, however, yesterday, his eye, next to the ear, began or turn inward, bulging, or retreating into his skull. I waited for him to give me a sign, he was ready to go, and this morning, when he came in, he walked into my closet an laid down.

I was heartbroken because all of my animals always went into the closet and laid down, before leaving me. 

So, today, we went to the Tacoma Humane Society, and because, whoever this loving creature is, someone may be looking for him.

At the very least, and most frightening for us both, perhaps his time has come and I was the one he chose to lead him away from his pain, into his next life time. I accepted what he showed me he needed, this morning, when I drew him out of the closet.

At 2PM, he was in their humane hands. I cried a little when I got home, knowing this was something he wanted. He wanted to be healed and knew that if he could not be healed, then his life would be remembered by the people on the hill, whose gardens and lavender bushes were his to enjoy.

Last evening, knowing he was getting ready to release me, to do something I swore I could never do again, he laid on me as I sang the Buddhist chants for transition, hummed OMs over and again, and then, stretching up, reached his two paws around my neck, and hugged me, in a way I can only describe as incredibly compassionate.

I called the Tacoma Humane Society, at 5PM, to find out about new resident A449076. I know the vets there make a thorough exam and decision about an animal’s ability to heal. Evidently, they thought he could.

They treated him and he is under veterinary care now, which means he has been treated, probably drugged and out of pain. I knew he was enduring tremendous pain so to spend more time in his gardens, and take tea with me,when this morning he was within a dark closet, alert, with pupils the size of quarters. That action of moving into the closet, for me, with cats, is always a sign they are beginning their breath release and transition rites.

Animals know when their time is near and they will always seek extreme quite and darkness, as any human would who was about to leave their physical body behind.

Through the right food and care, we got him healthy, for the treatments he is now undergoing. Tomorrow morning I will find out again how he weathered these 20 hours in vet care. His picture will be on their web site, incase his owner is looking for him. However, I think this angel is on his own.

I miss him and glad he showed me that losing an animal, does not mean there are not other animals, that can be as loving and caring as their predecessors. I have lived without them for 3 years, since the deaths of my own cats and dog.

The strength to take an animal to be healed or released ,from their pain, is a very hard thing to do for me. The healing is one thing, seeing them in pain is another, however, to let them go, is the worst.

I asked my brother to take him, for me, however, something about this animal demanded I face it with him. Whatever, that is which is incontrovertibly entwined, between an animal’s and a human’s two hearts, which remains forever, in memory.

This animal, this lovely male sweetie, once again reminded me how wise are those 4 footed that walk the earth. He chose me to help him and taught me that sometimes one does have to take responsibility for someone else’s life, and their are rewards and memories of long standing, for doing so.

Will I bring him home, once he is healed, or will he release, this world, and go on to his next 9 lives?

Will have to wait and see tomorrow.

His vet bills and adoption fees will be steep and the Humane Society needs the donations for the kindness and work it does for animals and humans. Donate, if you can.

I miss him, however, he is resting, healing and has the chance to survive, if it is his little soul’s purpose.