CHARLEY’S DEATH IS CHANGING ME During the last 25 years, Kerima and I have had 14 cats die on us. Some were rescued when they were already quite old, many we got as kittens. Not all the deaths were hard on us, but a few were very hard. The hardest are when your favorite cats die young. Gopi, my most favorite cat of all time died after surgery to remove a large cancerous mass in her intestines. Her diagnosis and death came within a week of each other. I shut down a lot in every way after her death nine years ago for about six months. But each death now is both easier and harder. Easier in that it has happened many times before, and you get used to the cycle of grief and loss, but harder because I am far more open now to experiencing everything. This time, Charley’s death hit me so hard it through me back into the Witness, where I was nothing but pure appearance. I was No Thing, just the delight at everything that appeared before me. Nothing was real, just appearance, and so was I. Charley’s death at age 6 years and 7 months was traumatic because it was so premature and we both took such pains taking care of him for the last 4 months. Caretakers always bond more closely with their patients, and he was more than a patient. Charley was the embodiment of peace, majesty, beauty, and loving kindness. He did not play roughly like his brothers. He was gentle and sweet. As many vets have told me, the good die young. But his death had me pondering again as to what happens to the Life Force when the body dies. CONTINUED ON MY BLOG AT itisnotreal.blogspot/2014/09/charleys-death-and-cure-for.html, Including how his death threw me back into the Witness, as nothingness but appearance, and an absorption of a neurological condition present for 30 years--a cure available to all.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Sep 2014 17:11:29 +0000