“Tell me about the passing of life, its thin door
which is as fragile as life itself.
I can hear the music on the other side, and the shadows
of bird flight move under the door frame
with the tinkle of wind chimes.
Tell me about how life passes
into life, hope into beginnings.
There is no reward for having lived
and there is no rest.
There is only continuity and re-emerging
from room to room and the love
that perfumes this place
and the next."
Lisa Marguerite Mora;
channeled from her kitty Nemo,
before he died.
Baba Looie
I had a conversation with my 15 year old cat Baba Looie when he was dying. His wisdom and insights astounded me. He said, "I love you. You are always there for me. Don’t run so much. Slow down, like me. Be kinder to Michael. (my partner) He hurts inside. He is sad. He needs to spend his time laughing. He is a little boy inside and needs to be loved more.
Be more tolerant. Like me. I’ve tried to show you patience. You don’t listen. Michael is relaxed and fun to be with. But he doesn’t know who he is. I like when he holds me. He is warm and gentle. I like his bed in the morning."
I asked Baba if he wanted help passing. He said no. I then asked him if he had finished his work. "I don't know. I can’t see you to the end."
I asked what his job was. I cried when he told me. "My job was to bring harmony between two people who loved me."
Baba died on November 13, 2006. Nine months after his death the anger and squabbling in the house, that always disturbed Baba, ended. Michael and I went our separate ways after 22 years, and have remained friends. Thank -you Baba for your unrelenting patience and unconditional love. Sorry it took us so long to get your message.
Angel
An angel appeared in my backyard one rainy afternoon. She was an old gray cat, whom I had never seen before. I found her soaking wet, skinny and horribly sick. Her mouth stunk, full of infection, or so I thought, and her nails were overgrown in long spirals. Who was she? She approached me like we were old friends. I made a bed for her in the bathroom. She hopped right in as though she knew it was made just for her, and she never moved again. I sang to Angel, chanted, kissed her and held her paws. I gave her pain killers and spent one whole day and night with her. By morning she was dead.
How long had she been suffering? She had gagged and drooled like my cat Bootsie. One year ago my vet had found a ‘tiny polyp’ in Bootsie’s throat and reassured me that it was harmless. Another vet thought a slight inflammation was present. It was Angel who got me thinking....maybe Bootsie had what she had? I asked God to show me what was wrong with Boots. It was as though my hands were guided under his chin to two huge tumors. I took him immediately back to the vet. The ‘tiny polyp’ in his throat , now one inch wide, was the same aggressive growing cancer as the tumors under his chin. Bootsie died one month after the biopsy.
Losing an animal is always hard, but Angel helped me get through this one with just a little more presence and acceptance. No blame, no guilt. Angel taught me how to sit with death. To be present without attachment. To just be here with each moment. I sat with Boots, as I did with Angel, singing, chanting and celebrating his life. With assistance, Bootsie made a peaceful transition at home in his bed.
Lupa
When our animals die, where do they go? Are they watching over us and helping us? Do they continue their work? Maybe death isn’t so different than life.
Lena asked me to talk to Lupa, her 11 year old German Shepherd, who had passed away three months ago. Lena wanted to know if Lupa was O.K. and if she was with her siblings, Natashia, Teddy and Cleepa, who had died before her. I asked Lupa what it was like on the other side. Lupa showed me what looked like a beach. She said it was sunny and bright. She showed me roses and I sensed a sweet fragrance. Lupa didn’t understand why her person Lena was crying. Lupa said that she was ready to go, and that she was still now at Lena’s side. I expected Lupa to tell me that she was happily united with her siblings. However, Lupa surprised me saying that she had seen her siblings, but was not with them! Lupa said she was on another level, care taking. Taking care of what? I asked her. Lupa showed me a picture of herself herding sheep! I felt silly relating all this to Lena. Surely she would think I was nuts. Lena told me that it made perfect sense. That she and her husband routinely took their dog Lupa to a pasture to herd sheep. It was one of Lupa’s favorite pastimes, as well as running on the beach.
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