Remembering Zen Master Kitty

“I have known many Zen masters in my life. All of them cats.” –my friend, Cyndy

This is Vega. He was always in my lap, snuggled up next to me, or laying on top of me, pawing me in the face to remind me it was lovin’ time. He understood contentment on a cellular level and radiated love. He really was a Zen master!

Vega snuggled up like a little baby, all on his own.

He snuggled up like that on his own.

We did talk, you know. We understood one another, very well. That connection made it especially hard when he passed, but I’m nonetheless very grateful for our time together.

He comes to visit–I feel him climb into bed with us, or brush past my leg. One or the other of our kitties often sits in the hallway, with high-pitched yelps when he’s nearby.

I find it comforting, feeling his energy when he stops in. How could you not love the little furball, after all?

Do you have a special connection with a pet?

p.s. Happy (belated) Memorial Day. Here’s to loving memories.

Comments

  1. I could not live without animals…truly…they are angels…never do I have connections with any human as I do with them…I wish I did but it just isn’t so…they are my true companions and always have been even if it’s a “momentary” connection (after all; I can only take in so many and they seem to sense that…it’s like we say hello…and that we WILL see each other again…I suppose I do have that with some people as well…I so can’t wait for the following life when the communication will again be so much easier…

  2. ScorpioMoonGirl says

    Beautiful story!

    We have two kitties (I mean, my parents do). The older one is 15 years old now – that’s literally half my life-time! He’s always been around, and every day I wake up knowing that he might not be around when morning comes. His health has been declining steadily for about a year now. He had a mini-stroke or something similar this winter but recovered well. He’s so snuggly! He’s a Zen master too – all he wants to do is be petted and feel cosy in your lap. He must have some Taurus somewhere

  3. CancerMom says

    ((((Dixie))))

    “He understood contentment on a cellular level and radiated love” you can tell that my his picture.

    All of our dogs are rescue pets so they come to us with “issues”, they fit in better this way with our family. Freeman, Higgins, Maddie & Angel DeVil have passed, we had them cremated & are now in beautiful boxes on a shelf in our living room. Behind them is the book “Doggie Heaven” & a ceramic fire hydrant, 2 of them were boy dogs, plus a drawing my daughter did for Angel. When I do clean house I dust this area with great care and always tell them hello.

    Maddie’s been gone for 11 years but she LOVED laying on the velvet tree skirt under the Christmas tree so I put a big red bow on her box & she’s the first thing I put under the tree every year. Freeman was our first pet after we got married & when he died I don’t think my husband and I could stop crying for a week, it was absolutely heartbreaking to us. I keep a picture of him in my office. He was so ugly he was cute, at least to us, which is why he was in the “free” pen & almost a man, in dog years, hence the name Freeman.

    I’m now very sad & crying thinking about them, especially Mr. Freemen but I’m grateful for the time was had with them. I can’t say they’ve ever come to “visit” but I kind of just keep them around in spirit. However, when we first adopted our dog Stella she would just stare very intently into space & sometimes it seemed she was staring at the dogs boxes on the shelf – it totally creeped out my mom. She still stares at nothing just not as often.

    Great stuff Dixie, except now my eyes are puffy!

    ((((to beloved passed on pets everywhere))))

    • Awww, sorry to activate your Cancer, CancerMom! And I bet you Stella was sensing your other pets. I think animals just have an easier time accessing this energy than people do.

      I love rescue pets. I call Smokey my bipolar kitty, because she clearly has some mood control issues. But when she was missing once, I went nuts worrying nobody else would love her and understand she’s just had a rough life. She was abandoned before we took her in. Jewels was a barn kitty that needed a home/dixiblog/domains/afoolsjourney.com/public_html. Vega I’m not sure about because my stepdaughter brought him home/dixiblog/domains/afoolsjourney.com/public_html and I’m sure she lied about where he came from. (He was our 5th cat at the time and I had said no more.) So even though I never went looking for any of them, once they made it into my heart, it was all over.

      Come to think of it, that’s kinda like kids. Snort!

  4. Oh yes I’ve got three Cats, that is. Never intended to have even one and it just kind of… happened. I also work with animals so have many special dog friends. Some have moved or passed on and I still miss them. Yes, poo is my life LOL (some Plutonian humor for today’s eclipse:)

  5. Oh, all my pets, really. My dog Dillon, who I “lost” last May, is still here. Pops in all the time. I miss hugging him, but I’m really glad he doesn’t hurt anymore. And he’s very insistent that he hasn’t really gone anywhere. Boo-Woo-WOO! he says.

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