Two nights ago one of my cats died in my bed...
As I looked at the first post I wrote here on blogger a few days ago, I see that I spoke about Phoebe a cat I helped both into and out of this world.
When I was a child I remember most distinctly the peculiar feeling, of a pregnant cat's waters breaking over my legs in my bed, she had her kittens there too. So having a cat die in my bed with me, was like the completion of a cycle in some way and a new experience too, one that I don't particularly want to repeat ......
However, the likelihood is great it seems, given that these animals are such a huge part of my life.
As my cat became sicker I decided to contact an animal communicator I knew, to ask her about him. I wanted to know whether he wanted to die at home or at the vet's. The communicator (Pea Horsley of animalthoughts.com) talked to him at a distance using his photo and the questions that I gave her to ask him.
The cat wanted very much to live and so with the things he communicated to me through Pea we spent a day fighting his illness. I'd acted too late (many regrets here) and he lost his brave fight that night.
As a result I'm going to set up a workshop in my locality, so that an animal communicator can come and teach us how to listen and talk to our animals.
If we want to know whats best for our cats and speaking from my recent painful experience, I'd say that communicating with them would have to be the best way forward.
Meanwhile the love in my heart for all creation and appreciation of this wonderful life grows. Especially for cats!
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