Our first kitty Sherkahn was found in a trash can outside of our first tiny apartment. Someone had thrown him away and he couldn’t get out. We had already agreed, the husband and I, that we couldn’t afford pets.. so naturally when I saw his scrawny orange body and giant paws, I dug him out and brought him home. He stayed skinny until the end and was a brilliantly high jumper. He loved to ride on our shoulders and give us kitty kisses. He is the only one not buried with us.
Then came Omega Destroyer Eater of Stars – Megan for short and then when she got bigger, Mega Meg. Once we nursed her back to heath she got quite the round.. you would never have guessed she once fit into the palm of the husband’s hand when we first found her hiding under a kerosene heater at a party. She was silky grey and very loving. She like her diddy best. She never lost her kindness. She died in our arms and we buried her under her favorite lookout spot. My heart still breaks every time I visit.
P is for Pet, P is for Pain:
He was my constant companion and I loved him above all other. When I tended the garden, he was my company. When I took altar, he took to my lap. When I would meditate, he’d cry (loudly) to try to distract as he was no longer the center of my attention.
The pain never leaves. Sometimes the other one sticks to my side. I think she is trying to ease me with her cute, she is the perpetual kitten and probably our last… she flourishes as the only one (p is also for princess). Still, in the dark hours, I feel his absence like a bloody black hole where my heart once was. And I cry.
and the earth wept at her passing:
It had started to rain after I lay her down in the earth beneath the new maple. She was our oldest and her death was sudden.. we were not at all prepared. I told the husband later that the earth was weeping at the loss of her. He replied that it was a good way to look at it, that she was a princess among cats. I sent with her a charm of crow feathers and evil eye.
Our little garden has been in chaos.. workers damaged a good part of it yet again and we felled our old maple. I spent the rest of the weekend straightening out what I could, stopping occasionally to talk to our little princess. My hawthorn baby would not fit the spot.. no tearful goodbyes though, she is going to join an old witchy friend of mine to live out life in a land of celebrations. The new one’s serenity was just what was needed, and so it all worked out.
The maple is a traveler’s wood, associated with the moon and the elemental energies of water. It is useful in works dealing with change, communication, knowledge, and spiritual healing. I find the maple to be a tree of quiet contemplation and gentle protectiveness.. it is why I laid her there. It is my hope that our new protector will wrap roots around her and hold her through the ever after.