Cats who teach me to fly…

Everything changes moment by moment… Nothing stays permanently. Miracle, Hope, George and Deds and the rest and what’s new?

The death of George closed up my first feeding area. George was always waiting for me at the first floor of the carpark and we would always walk down the slope side by side to his feeding area which is at the corner of the basement carpark.

Whenever he was walking beside me, I would sing him “George of the carpark” song. It goes like that “George, George, George of the carpark(repeated a many times)” till we reached the feeding area.

I don’t know what was the cause of his death. Someone texted me yesterday, telling me George was beaten by a drunken Indian man. After the whole conversation, I find his statement was not reliable. The thought of bashing the drunken Indian man did come to my mind. I don’t know what would I do if I am to meet this drunken man. I believe it will not be a polite one.

I didn’t like the thought of not seeing George waiting for me. Therefore, I choose to walk away and did a closing. There are other feeders as well and I told them about my decision. They are alright with taking care of the rest of the cats and I trust that they would.

George looks fierce but is a soft and gentle boy. I believe he wasn’t dead when SPCA was there. I don’t know why SPCA exist. When the killing rate is so very much higher than the lives that were being saved, it’s best that they get out of SG. Our animals do not need them! And SPCA is misusing the public donation.

Whatever had happened to George had exhausted his negative karma. Everything has its cause and effect. May George have a favourable rebirth with all the right conditions so to meet the three jewels and practise the authentic Dharma. May George once again be the cause for me to keep the light of compassion burning and may George also be the cause to ignite the fire of compassion in my heart. And may we help each other again life after life until all of us are liberated from samsara.