- This topic has 1 reply, 2 voices, and was last updated 4 years, 1 month ago by Suzanne Maresca.
-
AuthorPosts
-
-
March 27, 2020 at 9:23 AM #308086PathleaderParticipant
I grew up with a few different animals but a cat was not one of them until 8 years ago, a pretty gray stripe cat came walking down my driveway meowing. It took a few days to decide if I was going to feed him. Once they have a food source, your the new owner. I named him stripes, we didn’t have the best of a relationship, I was trending slowly, then winter came around and I knew I had to find a way to keep him warm. I got him warming beds, a pretty nice setup, where he was being fed twice a day. I was learning how to be comfortable around him. It took a while. This was all taking place in 2012 at the beginning of many channeling sessions about the future New Earth changes that were coming. I was learning that “Stripes”, was from Noah’s Ark, he came to me from Sirus where we were together. It was this first winter that he left for 3-4 days, I thought he passed and I would never know what happened, then once again, in a 3-foot snowstorm, he comes out of nowhere meowing. What I learned was that he went home to (Sirus) for a playday. I have come to learn when he was going to do this, he would eat a large amount of food then he would be gone. The Guides explain, by eating the food, he was able to leave his physical body for a long period of time, go home and have his playdate then come back into his physical body and come back home again. As time went on, I learned when I was outside walking, his tail was raised straight up, he was protecting me with light. The last thing my Guides shared was that Stripes placed a bead of light around my home for protection. I am a Lightworker but I’m not doing any great work in the world at the moment that requires this kind protection but I do appreciate it. Stripes passed 2 years ago with kidney issues. I miss him but he did leave me a litter of 4 siblings. The Guides let me know he was coming back as a Black Cat with white feet. I recently have a black cat coming around and even staying at times. I call him Spooky, but he doesn’t have white feet. This journey continues. Colleen
-
March 27, 2020 at 12:28 PM #308098Suzanne MarescaKeymaster
Great story, Colleen! I’ve always had indoor cats, but there was a feral cat many years ago who I had a special connection with.
We called him Spot because his front legs had prefect half circles on them that made a spot when he stood a certain way. Over the years, I fed him when he showed up, which wasn’t at all consistent. Over the years, I watched that cat survive some grievous injuries. Half his tail was gone one day, and that wound took a very long time to heal. He had pieces missing from his tongue and one ear, and one time, I saw him fight a squirrel and win! He dragged the body off into the woods and I watched in awe, just speechless. I know squirrels to be tough critters to mess with, but I guess if you’re hungry…
Anyway, one day after about 14 years of living in this house in Spot’s territory, he showed up in a terrible state. I knew he wouldn’t be healing from those extensive injuries, yet he would come around day after day for probably a week. It was heartbreaking to witness his obvious suffering and I begged him to let me take care of him. The closest we ever got before that was when I fed him and he would touch his nose to an extended fingertip.
Then the day arrived. We pulled into the driveway to see Spot laying down on our welcome mat in the front door alcove, a place I’d never seen him before. I knew he wouldn’t resist me at that point, so I had my daughter go get a box from the garage while I took my car blanket over to his prone body.
He looked up at me but didn’t move, so I gently scooped him up into the soft blanket and placed the dying package of cat into the box. I called the emergency vet a few towns away because it was after 5 on a Saturday (in May), and they said to bring him in. My daughter held the box in her lap and as I drove, I had a deep heart-to-heart conversation with Spot. I expressed my profound respect for him because I had always admired his independence and ability to survive without tenderness in his life. It was a sobbing kind of expression, and my gratitude that he chose my front step to lay his broken body down for the last time was deep. After all, my next door neighbors fed him wet food on the reg, and provided for him a heated kitty condo. I only ever gave him my own kitties’ dry food and used my daughter’s old chunky plastic slide cube to house him.
We arrived at the after-hours vet and they very kindly offered to look him over to be sure there was nothing that could be done. There wasn’t. His wounds were to the bone and he was riddled with parasites. It was the kindest thing to do to relieve him of his body. The vet absorbed the cost of this care, calling it a Good Samaritan thing.
Thanks for reminding me of this story, Colleen!
-
-
AuthorPosts
- You must be logged in to reply to this topic.