Cats who teach me to fly…

I’ve read a lot about people waking up finding their cats dead the next morning and I hope this will never happen to me but it did…

I got up and saw one of my cat lying in a scratching box. I’ve never seen any cat ever sleep like this before. Something seems wrong. I went over to shake her leg and see if she was moving. MCC was cold, stiff and lifeless. I can’t believe she would go off just like this. I can’t believe that I could lost her just like this. I was unprepared.

MCC was a little overweight. She was independent and usually we need to “force” carry and cuddle her and she would struggle a little and will be ok and comfortable in a few seconds. We cuddled her like a baby. Vanilla and Sparkie were her brothers and Cashie loved her and she too loved all of them. They were always together forming a loving group. They are my first batch of rescues.

MCC when she was a baby. The only girl in the litter.

Now I started to realise that the rescues that weren’t adopted are the same like those we’ve adopted. Vanilla, Sparkie and now MCC, they shouldn’t be called our rescues, they were adopted. It is the same feeling that I had when I lost my first cat. They all made me up. They made me a better person.

Did MCC suffer a heart attack? We would likely think that she did. To be honest, it really scares me in a way that I was unprepared and I wasn’t given a chance to spend time with her. As a buddhist, I believe we’ll meet again and hopefully when I meet all of them again, it will be in a Dharma learning hall!