JaniceandSpike
Member Since 2009
Spike is doing well and enjoying sunny days in his glassed in porch. When it was in the 20's outside the porch was a nice warm 70. I even sat out there with my afternoon coffee. Best money I ever spent having windows put out there! His number is a big high for him today but Im sure it will come down. Hes been mostly blue and green. I love that hes now pretty consistant...makes life so easy for me.
Choy-Foong Wong posted this letter on fb this week and it was so moving Im sure she wont mind if I post it here.
Letter from an Older Cat
Posted by: Maggie & Mousey Tongue (IP Logged)
Date: February 14, 2006 11:06PM
I Am Your Cat
Author Unknown
I am your cat, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in
your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have
children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and
there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand
things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way
my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are
beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do
you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in
the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong
doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with
me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that
screen, of others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it
wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even
seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled
muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long
sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when
deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that
you did not have just "One more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me.
We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look
deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough
we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad," come to
me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of
batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or
even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share
such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses,
and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not
think of you as a "Cat on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are
human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only
for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short....
Choy-Foong Wong posted this letter on fb this week and it was so moving Im sure she wont mind if I post it here.
Letter from an Older Cat
Posted by: Maggie & Mousey Tongue (IP Logged)
Date: February 14, 2006 11:06PM
I Am Your Cat
Author Unknown
I am your cat, and I have a little something I'd like to whisper in
your ear.
I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work, some have
children to raise. It always seems like you are running here and
there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly grand
things in life.
Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See the way
my eyes look at yours?
They are slightly cloudy now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are
beginning to ring my soft muzzle.
You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine? Do
you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no other could in
the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong
doing for just a simple moment of your time?
That is all I ask. To slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with
me. So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on that
screen, of others of my kind, passing.
Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly it
wrenches your heart out of your throat.
Sometimes, we age so slowly before your eyes that you may not even
seem to know until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled
muzzles and cataract clouded eyes.
Still the love is always there, even when we must take that long
sleep, to run free in a distant land.
I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when
deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that
you did not have just "One more day" with me.
Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me.
We have NOW, together. So come, sit down here next to me, and look
deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and deep enough
we will talk, you and I, heart to heart.
Come to me not as "alpha" or as "owner" or even "Mom or Dad," come to
me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk. I may tell you something about the fun of
batting toys, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or
even life in general.
You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul to share
such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a cat, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses,
and I can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not
think of you as a "Cat on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are
human, in all your quirkiness, and I love you still.
Now, come sit with me. Enter my world, and let time slow down if only
for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes, and whisper into my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true self.
We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short....
and thanks for sharing that letter its just so beautiful, moving and so true made me cry actually but thats Ok
