Gabriel's fur was yellow like April, and his heart as big as July. On the morning of the day he left, I heard the very first red-winged blackbird call of spring--like Spirit telling me that beyond this ending lay a new beginning.
He was with me for twelve years, a ray of sunshine through every season. He loved to be loved, thought the world revolved around him – and was at the same time endearingly generous of spirit. If I cried, he came and sat with me, offering the comfort of his presence and warm fur. When I sang, he would seek me out and listen, my own personal audience. When I was sick, he would find me and lay down beside me. He loved to be the center of attention; but he gave back every bit of what he received.
About Me
- c'estbonne
- Every life is its own story, and I am discovering how to write mine passionately. With kindness, reverence, and humor; patience, insight, and adventure; and an ultimate goal of wholeheartedness. In this blog, I write about what I've learned--or more often, what I need to hear! Whatever moves me in the photo I've chosen (all photos are taken by me) becomes my entry. For now. Mostly, I'd like to create a little beauty, shine a little Light. Maybe even inspire someone. Welcome. May you live with an awakened heart and a peaceful mind, and may your story be written from your heart. Namaste.
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I found this draft, written in 2010 for my dear cat friend ... and decided to post it as is. After he crossed over, there were days when I could see him out of the corner of my eye, running beside me to get the mail, happy as a kitten in a body no longer in pain :)
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