My big kitty Izzy passed away yesterday morning. I’m happy he’s free from discomfort and is on to his next evolutionary stage. The first thing I do when there’s a change in the household is to clean and rearrange everything, and do a smudging of the space. As I opened the first can of food for my YinYang, I realized she prefers the dry (and the outside buffet) so she eats only about 1/3 can twice a day. I wondered if she would miss Izzy, always hissing as he went by. Like me, she prefers to stay off by herself. As humans, we imagine our pets have the same emotions and thoughts about
things as we do. Silly, they adapt, they go with the flow. Last night, she followed me as I did my nightly walk around the hood. Later, in the recliner, she jumped in my lap and let me pet her. When I dozed and awoke 3 hours later, she was sleeping across my chest. After an hour’s sitting meditation, I called her as I went into bed. As I was drifting back off to sleep, I felt her jump up and snuggle onto the pillow around my head. Kitties know.