August 10, 2008

 

This quiet spirit circles around the periphery of my life- a guardian watching over my heart.   What would I do without those penetrating green eyes?   Was it a coincidence that the shelter named her Angelica?  Is it a coincidence that I found her shortly after a disturbing soul dream?  A dream in which I was weeping in the center of a circle of spirit beings.  They were whispering over me, concerned and worried for my welfare.  One angel ‘s whisper rose above the others saying, “She needs more love.”

  

The shelter staff told me she came from a household with children.  I learned they were children who had no idea  that she was an exquisite intelligent sacred creature, with feelings like their own, with flesh that burns just like their own, and in one critical unsupervised moment they placed her on a hot stove.  

 

They said her paws were completely healed, but they weren’t sure if she would ever make a good pet and that her crumpled whiskers would never grow back straight.   They said, “Thank you for rescuing her,” but I said to myself,  “No,...I am no savior. She was given to me by angels.”

 

A few weeks ago we were sitting outside in the evening and I watched her catch a butterfly in midair.  Down deep into the blades of grass it went.  For the longest time I saw her patting it with a soft paw, preparing to bring me her well-founded booty,  She has  brought me many gifts this way.  They are usually alive and scary (fortunately, no birds or rodents).  She never intentionally kills or injures anything, but I thought to myself that surely this poor butterfly has had an unfortunate death.  Butterflies are so fragile.  Finally she came trotting over to my chair, puffed up with pride and the poor unfortunate butterfly going sideways in her mouth.  I put an open hand underneath her jaws and she let it go, but to my surprise, it flew away perfectly unharmed.  I have to admit that most of Sweetie’s (Angelica’s) gifts leave a lot to be desired, but this one-a butterfly fluttering towards the evening sun-what a treasure.  She is the most intuitive animal creature I’ve ever encountered.  She stays by my side day and night when I am sick, cries out for me when I’m gone and showers me with cat talk when I come back home and you know what?  Her whiskers grew back straight.