Cats who teach me to fly…

I didn’t get to see and cremate Blackie. He was hit by a car and his body was kept by someone who knows I have been feeding and taking care of him for many years and yet refused to let me arrange a proper cremation for him but choose to dump him into the rubbish truck the next morning and then released the news and let others inform me. By the time I knew it, it was too late. I didn’t get to see him, neither did I get a chance to cremate him. That was the woman’s intention… She did it and from the look on her face. She was all contented.

When we first saw Blackie many years back, he was not sterilised so we had him fixed. He got into fights and had a deep cut on his head. We sent him to the vet and had him stitched up and released him.

It’s a promise to every cat that I am taking care of that I will take care of them till they are old and bring them home when they are ill. Blackie was the one I was always waiting to bring home. As he was still healthy, he would probably want his space.

I was very angry with that woman who hated me right to the core… That day I kept telling myself to focus on dedicating merits to Blackie and nothing else. Whatever virtuous actions I did, I dedicated to him and that’s the final thing I can do for him.

I will keep doing what I am doing today. In hope to make a connection with them again and with a sincere wish to influence them with the Dharma.

Believe and have confidence in Buddha. Believe and have confidence in Quanyin and believe and have confidence in myself!