his name was chewy.... he was a beautiful large orange wonderful marvelous being... not even a year old yet...

i acquired him last summer in arizona and he travelled with us to the midwest over our summer psytrance tour... when we arrived in indiana to visit my mother, and after staying with her for a week, i asked her if she would like a companion...

my mom has a slipped disk that is inoperable and has forced her into a disabled condition... she had to move from the west coast to a small town there in the midwest in order to afford life... she has been without friends and family and really alone... i had been really concerned about her will to live and felt a loving companion would give her a reason to get up out of bed every day... i felt she needed someone/thing to love on and be loved on by...

she quickly decided she had fallen in love with the cat and accepted my offer...

and the cat did indeed give her a reason to get up... the cat kept her company, loved on her, slept with her and all the like...

she had never had a pet other than a canary that she kept for ten years which was long dead by this time... once, she let me get a kitten, when i was six... but she couldn't handle the kitten stage as it broke several of her heirloom japanese christmas ornaments and we gave it to a no kill shelter... broke my heart... that cat's name was tigger...

so, she made it through the kitten stage, and him knocking things down and messing up the place playing even though it was very difficult to keep up with his messes in her disabled condition... and she hates to clean litter boxes, but she did... and then he started attacking her ankles and nearly drove her nuts over this winter, his first winter, not being able to go outside...

when it was fall she would call every so often worried about him cause he had not come home, wanting reassurance that he was alright... i tried to explain to her that she could not control the relationship... cats are independent curious living creatures, and please dont worry so much... she tried... she ended up loving him very dearly... as i said... he gave her a reason to get out of bed each morning, and midday, and evening... to take care of him, to let him out, to let him in... he snuggled with her during naps, and would lay next to her at her bench when she was sitting at her table... he would touch his nose to hers, which she knew to be the greatest honor a cat could bestow upon a human...

yesterday she called with a great delight... chewy had brought her home his first bird... all mangled feathers and everything... she was so proud... she was so happy...

and then she called today

a hysterical mess

chewy had been run over by a car... she said she was 'stupid enough' to think she could carry a towel out to the street and scoop him up and rush to the vet... but no... she said he was smashed and one could tell he was a very well fed cat with all the entrails smooshed everywhere upon the blacktop...

she was so upset... said many things while she cried to me and expressed all her pain and anguish... told me when you have a cat to never let them outside... my poor mom... and her lesson about temporal reality and letting go...

i was crying when we got on the phone i told her i loved her, that i am so sorry... she said she was sorry... i told her that i was not crying about the cat, i was crying about her and her emotions and turmoil... i told her i loved her...

i love you mom, i love you soooo much...

i am sorry that my cat that you took in to love has now caused you all this pain... but i also am not regretful... i told you about cats... i warned you to love without attachment or control...

so i quickly attempted to turn the self sorrow to lesson... i said to her that chewy was just too good for this world, with what is happening, and going on... my mother and i talk about everything, and i keep her well informed about global politics and everything that i find here and on GLP... she is also well informed about my spiritual growth or lack thereof... all of it...

so, i tell her that chewy was just too good of a cat to stay here any longer... i go on to speculate for her that maybe he was able to evolve enough in his short life of love with her that it was time to get out of his cat body...

she started to talk about how he was never afraid of the cars, and it always worried her... that she would open the front door for him to come home and he would be across the street and zip back across it and to the door without ever looking for a car... so happy and full of verve and living life to its happiest and fullest he did, and god took him... and i go on to postulate on the strange lesson, with all the doom and gloom lurking everywhere, that here is the cat, showing us what we are to do with our own lives... i told her, here i was concerned that he would get some older age complications from the vaccines she made him get or have a long death struggle with some weird government concocted disease... and what does he go and do? while in the middle of living in the moment, living to the fullest, the day after he proves himself a good hunting cat with the bird present he brought home, god takes him so fast that he doesn't even know the difference... and we should be doing the same... and trust that if we are to die that god shall takes us quickly at just the right moment... and she agreed

and then i went on to tell her of the amazing thing that happened to me last night... to help soothe her and calm her and put her in right perspective on the tragic event, as well as to participate in my regular sharing with her about my personal god revelations... as she too has noticed the empty, the lackluster, the no energy... she was happy to know that i could feel my very large angel again which protects me and connects me to the living light force...

and that is what happened...