Oh Celia. I can hardly believe it, but a few hours ago you were in my dream at a party, in a kitchen. The atmosphere was that you were in serious emotional pain and needed help. Rupert was there. He gave you a big hug. Then I gave you a big hug. So two dream hugs from us, though one of us was a dream brother. Magical thinking reaching out into reality. I hope the hugs reach you.
Before Ember died, after the vet had told us he needs low-protein food to have a chance, I woke one morning, opened the front door and there he was. He had been out all night and come back with a rabbit that must have been 70% of his size, and he was a large cat. The head was off and Ember was eating the rabbit from the neck down, crunching through the spine. I thought, "No, that's too much protein!" I buried the rabbit in the garden. A few hours later, he was standing on the spot where the rabbit lay buried looking at us imploringly. But we did not relent. We had special low-protein food and he had to eat that.
After he died we learned new research showed that cats need bone when their kidneys are failing. He knew EXACTLY what he needed, and we deprived him of it. I still apologise to him to this day. The sadness around that is so redolent of technocracy and scientific 'knowing' versus organic knowing. My trust now is in our bodies, our inner knowings, and learning how to listen in humility and evolving wisdom. It's a long path, but one worth walking. With help I know you will heal. All of us here are part-carrying you through this luminous pain, the pain of a perfect friendship turned to memory.
"My trust now is in our bodies, our inner knowings, and learning how to listen in humility and evolving wisdom."
And as our wisdom evolves, and until we can hear and trust our inner knowings, we do the best we can even though it is sometimes misguided and revealed to be inept. I certainly am traveling this path! Yes, Ember knew ... as did the cats from my younger years whose diets were at the behest of corporations, pharma, and my ignorance. We do the best we can, and we grieve - and celebrate - when we learn better. Much love to you and Celia and all beings.
What a beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous story. I'm so sorry for your loss of Jack. I have two dogs and work at a doggy daycare. I love my dogs a lot. At daycare one day, a dog who had been raised in a puppy mill came to stay with us for a few days en route to Canada. I held him a lot during the time I was with him. When I had to say good-bye forever I looked at his little face (The breeder is trying to breed a very small bull dog...didn't work and the dog has problems...) and I realized that I really really loved him! I couldn't believe the love. I think you had that kind of love for your cat Jack. It's like a person love really. You are in my thoughts, and again I'm sorry for your loss!
Oh, dearest Celia, I am so, so sorry you had to suffer the loss of your beloved Jack. This post had me in tears 😭💔😿🥀😢
Jack could not have had a more loving mother, and you and Lewis gave him the most wonderful life possible.
I recommend reading some James Herriot as you work through your grief. I also suggest heeding his advice to adopt a new cat as soon as you are up to it—not to replace the irreplaceable Jack but to help heal the chasm in your and Lewis’s hearts.
We can bond with such lack of ambivalence to our furry attachments--a straight shot to our nerve centers. My feline love of 18 years is in her final days and my tears now are both for you and in anticipation of my own loss ahead. This is the hardest part of loving.
Your words, struggling so beautifully to express the depth of your sadness and loss, are so poignant and open again the terrible pain of the loss of the beloved pets in my life. I am humbled and broken by the quiet dignity and courage with which animals face their death. So many die comfortless, in pain and alone in the wilderness. Jack was so blessed to have shared your life and to have had you hold him in his last moments so that he was not afraid. Before he died, he found the strength to gift you with those extra moments. What a beautiful love you shared. I am so very sorry for yours and your other kitty's loss.
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“...Jack, I’m so happy and relived that you’re finally free.”
I think Jack Stayed alive as long as he did for your sake because he knew you weren’t ready to part with him. I am so so sorry for the void that has left you dear Celia ❤️ … And your writing just so unbelievably good
Awe {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Celia}}}}}}}}}]}}}, I'm so sorry for your loss of Jack. Excruciating as it is, I'm glad you did the natural way and let him decide when to go.
We took my first Yorkie to the vet and he yelled at us the entire time because he wasn't ready. It was vastly worse for us. We lost our last rescue Yorkie a year ago after she immediately developed Guillain-Barre symptoms after shedding exposure from my spouse who was coerced into taking the shots to keep his career. She was gone in six weeks. The process of losing your dearest companion is so gut-wrenching.
I want to tell you how much I appreciate your participation in the Fauci film; you really tied it all together. As a former journalist myself, it has been comforting to see someone who shares the same thought processes. You are doing important work.
We live in such terrible times and I'm sad for you that Jack is gone. We just have to carry on and fight, fight, fight this spiritual war. We will win! Sincerely~KC
Oh dear. I love my dogs so much I would collapse if I outlive them. I sense that cats are even more mysteriously bonded with people. Hugs to you and Lewis.
May many moments when he brought you joy, comfort, laughter (or perhaps a mouse) sustain you. Those moments and memories are priceless. So sorry for your loss.
Oh Celia, I'm sooo sorry to read about your loss of Jack. You obviously had one of those extra special bonds. Few people understand how deep the pain can be. Take care of yourself. Play music. Cry. Scream. Do what you need to. Queen and Freddie helped me over the past year or two. Just played "In the Lap of the Gods" (Hammersmith) and my cat Gracie came running. She knows. They know.
I am sorry I lost track of you since we first corresponded about our cats. Here is a poem I was sent from someone that I hope will help.
I will lend to you a kitten, God said,
for you to love while it lives, and mourn when it's dead.
Maybe for 12 or 14 years, or maybe 2 or 3,
but will you, 'till I call them back, take care of them for me?
They'll bring their charms to gladden you, and should their stay be brief,
you'll always have their memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise they will stay for all from Earth return,
but there are lessons taught below I want this kitten to learn.
I've looked the whole world over in search of teachers true,
and from the folk's that crowd life's land I have chosen you.
Now will you give it all your love, nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take my kitten home again?
My heart replied, "My Lord, Thy Will Be Done",
for all the joys this kitten brings the risk of grief I'll run.
We'll shelter it with tenderness, we'll love it while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.
But should you call it back much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve,
Then in memory of it whom we loved, please help us while we grieve.
When our cherished kitten departs this world of strife,
Please send yet another needing soul for us to love all it's life.
Author Unknown
I love this. Thank you Kitsune!
I am glad I was able to share it. It helped when we lost one of the kittens we were trying to rescue.
:❤️)
Good stuff-
Many thanks-
I can never read this beautiful poem without crying.
Me, too.
💕beautiful sentiments 💕
dear Kitsune, I hope you don’t mind me sharing this on my thanksgiving post, God Bless You & Your Family, Happy Thanksgiving 🙏
Not at all, by all means, please do. However, I am not the author and I was sent it on the cat site.com.
thank you!
Oh Celia. I can hardly believe it, but a few hours ago you were in my dream at a party, in a kitchen. The atmosphere was that you were in serious emotional pain and needed help. Rupert was there. He gave you a big hug. Then I gave you a big hug. So two dream hugs from us, though one of us was a dream brother. Magical thinking reaching out into reality. I hope the hugs reach you.
Before Ember died, after the vet had told us he needs low-protein food to have a chance, I woke one morning, opened the front door and there he was. He had been out all night and come back with a rabbit that must have been 70% of his size, and he was a large cat. The head was off and Ember was eating the rabbit from the neck down, crunching through the spine. I thought, "No, that's too much protein!" I buried the rabbit in the garden. A few hours later, he was standing on the spot where the rabbit lay buried looking at us imploringly. But we did not relent. We had special low-protein food and he had to eat that.
After he died we learned new research showed that cats need bone when their kidneys are failing. He knew EXACTLY what he needed, and we deprived him of it. I still apologise to him to this day. The sadness around that is so redolent of technocracy and scientific 'knowing' versus organic knowing. My trust now is in our bodies, our inner knowings, and learning how to listen in humility and evolving wisdom. It's a long path, but one worth walking. With help I know you will heal. All of us here are part-carrying you through this luminous pain, the pain of a perfect friendship turned to memory.
"My trust now is in our bodies, our inner knowings, and learning how to listen in humility and evolving wisdom."
And as our wisdom evolves, and until we can hear and trust our inner knowings, we do the best we can even though it is sometimes misguided and revealed to be inept. I certainly am traveling this path! Yes, Ember knew ... as did the cats from my younger years whose diets were at the behest of corporations, pharma, and my ignorance. We do the best we can, and we grieve - and celebrate - when we learn better. Much love to you and Celia and all beings.
I could not agree more!
What a beautiful, beautiful, gorgeous story. I'm so sorry for your loss of Jack. I have two dogs and work at a doggy daycare. I love my dogs a lot. At daycare one day, a dog who had been raised in a puppy mill came to stay with us for a few days en route to Canada. I held him a lot during the time I was with him. When I had to say good-bye forever I looked at his little face (The breeder is trying to breed a very small bull dog...didn't work and the dog has problems...) and I realized that I really really loved him! I couldn't believe the love. I think you had that kind of love for your cat Jack. It's like a person love really. You are in my thoughts, and again I'm sorry for your loss!
Oh, dearest Celia, I am so, so sorry you had to suffer the loss of your beloved Jack. This post had me in tears 😭💔😿🥀😢
Jack could not have had a more loving mother, and you and Lewis gave him the most wonderful life possible.
I recommend reading some James Herriot as you work through your grief. I also suggest heeding his advice to adopt a new cat as soon as you are up to it—not to replace the irreplaceable Jack but to help heal the chasm in your and Lewis’s hearts.
💕James Herriots’ books are the Best!💕
They ARE!
Yes!!! 💓💗💞
How I adore James Herriot's books!
We can bond with such lack of ambivalence to our furry attachments--a straight shot to our nerve centers. My feline love of 18 years is in her final days and my tears now are both for you and in anticipation of my own loss ahead. This is the hardest part of loving.
🙏🏻💔♥️
Your words, struggling so beautifully to express the depth of your sadness and loss, are so poignant and open again the terrible pain of the loss of the beloved pets in my life. I am humbled and broken by the quiet dignity and courage with which animals face their death. So many die comfortless, in pain and alone in the wilderness. Jack was so blessed to have shared your life and to have had you hold him in his last moments so that he was not afraid. Before he died, he found the strength to gift you with those extra moments. What a beautiful love you shared. I am so very sorry for yours and your other kitty's loss.
“...Jack, I’m so happy and relived that you’re finally free.”
I think Jack Stayed alive as long as he did for your sake because he knew you weren’t ready to part with him. I am so so sorry for the void that has left you dear Celia ❤️ … And your writing just so unbelievably good
Awe {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Celia}}}}}}}}}]}}}, I'm so sorry for your loss of Jack. Excruciating as it is, I'm glad you did the natural way and let him decide when to go.
We took my first Yorkie to the vet and he yelled at us the entire time because he wasn't ready. It was vastly worse for us. We lost our last rescue Yorkie a year ago after she immediately developed Guillain-Barre symptoms after shedding exposure from my spouse who was coerced into taking the shots to keep his career. She was gone in six weeks. The process of losing your dearest companion is so gut-wrenching.
I want to tell you how much I appreciate your participation in the Fauci film; you really tied it all together. As a former journalist myself, it has been comforting to see someone who shares the same thought processes. You are doing important work.
We live in such terrible times and I'm sad for you that Jack is gone. We just have to carry on and fight, fight, fight this spiritual war. We will win! Sincerely~KC
Oh dear. I love my dogs so much I would collapse if I outlive them. I sense that cats are even more mysteriously bonded with people. Hugs to you and Lewis.
i'm sorry you lost the 4 pawed love of your life.
and for his buddys' loss too.
we went on a parallel journey losing- regaining-losing our Mr Blackie Bageera in August-September.
i hope you are comforted by signs he is happy on "the other side".
May many moments when he brought you joy, comfort, laughter (or perhaps a mouse) sustain you. Those moments and memories are priceless. So sorry for your loss.
You haven’t lost jack you still have him in your heart
Yes, you did good, all of you. It is to be proud of.
😿rest in peace dear kitty.
Oh Celia, I'm sooo sorry to read about your loss of Jack. You obviously had one of those extra special bonds. Few people understand how deep the pain can be. Take care of yourself. Play music. Cry. Scream. Do what you need to. Queen and Freddie helped me over the past year or two. Just played "In the Lap of the Gods" (Hammersmith) and my cat Gracie came running. She knows. They know.
So sad to hear yet such a beautiful piece! I came across this quote awhile back and saved it-
Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened --Anatole France