Cats who teach me to fly…

He was all fine the night before…

It was drizzling that night and I saw a grey cat lying on the grass. No cat would sleep in the rain and I knew something wasn’t right. He was lifeless. No wound or injuries. Perhaps the rain washed away his blood… And I think he probably met some kind of accident shortly after I fed him the night before.

慈忠 was always the first cat who greeted me. He would run over to me and walk me to the feeding area. He was the first to get his food and after feeding him, I’d go feed the rest and would come back to him again and offer him another round of food before my night is done at Hougang. He would patiently wait for me and sometimes would go around looking for me if he wasn’t eating enough.

The “basketball” court where I used to feed him and the rest is now empty. I often think of them when I look over the court. Remembering who and who was there, what they were doing, how they rushed towards me and where they rest after their meal. Today, they were all history…

Although I wasn’t given an opportunity to bring him home but thank to whoever left him on the grass which gave me a chance at least to cremate him.

Thank you 慈忠 for giving me another kind of experience. An experience of understanding and practising the Dharma.

May 慈忠 have a favourite rebirth…