The Cat who came for Christmas

“A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.” – St. Francis of Assisi –

Even one sunbeam is a gift from above in mid January and I was particularly grateful they were present early yesterday morning.

Mr. Bojangles, my hospice cat, was warmed by those same sunbeams as he took his last little breath.

My heart was warmed some as well.

It seems Mr. Bojangles decided to leave on his own terms.

He passed away peacefully while the car was warming up so I could drive him to our vet.

However, Mr. Bojangles earlier days had been anything but cozy, and were laced with many shadows. He had originally come to the shelter as part of an animal cruelty case.

Yet his days in my home appeared to be happy ones for him. He fit right in with the household and immediately claimed his special spot on a desk near a window.

It was just perfect for catching a sunbeam or two, as well as a quick catnap.

Mr. Bojangles passed exactly one month after he came to us from the shelter.

Though his time here was brief, I will always remember the sunny days we spent together and smile.

And I am at peace knowing the shadows in his life are finally gone forever.

Beauty blooms in January

“Beauty is so quietly woven through our ordinary days that we hardly notice it. Everywhere there is tenderness, care and kindness there is beauty.”

-John O’Donohue
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Perhaps it was a little crazy to take on a hospice cat over the holidays, or was it?

I was asking that potentially depressing question to a friend earlier this week since my husband passed away in hospice right after Christmas a few years ago.

On this gloomy bitter cold Sunday I’ve been watching Mr. Bojangles curl up on a cozy cat bed right beside me.

And I’ve actually been finding myself smiling.

Mr. Bojangles is holding his head up high, but not quite as high as he did when he first joined me.

Still he does so with grace.

Sure the fellow’s estimated to have only 2-5 months left at this point, but who really knows when our time is up anyway.

Three days ago Mr. Bojangles had stopped eating and didn’t seem to be drinking water. Yet by the next evening, I discovered he was back in the game.

However, it’s clear his appetite isn’t what it once was no matter the type of food given.

I’ve also noticed Mr. Bojangles is moving a bit slower, still every step he takes is deliberate. Though I no longer find him climbing the stairs to join the dogs up in the kitchen for breakfast.

Instead he prefers I join him in his private room and hold him as he tenderly takes in every flake of his tuna meals.

It seems Mr. Bojangles likes this extra one on one time.

I do know that I love providing him the extra attention he deserves along with some extra warm blankets.

Mid January can be especially cruel here in the upper midwest and this week has been no different.

Sub zero temperatures, icy roads with 20 car pile ups, and what looked like the loss of my hospice cat 3 days ago was beginning to play havoc with my soul.

Yet as I smell my beef stew now simmering in the crock pot while watching fresh snowflakes dance out the window to the sounds of that hospice cat still purring softly, I know it still is a beautiful world.

Yes, even in January.

Naughty or Nice

Influenced by his chi sister Tinkerbelle, Rex has taken his role as ‘Elf-In Training’ quite seriously.

After I helped him put on his official t-shirt today, Rex ran to the porch to survey the field in our snowy back yard.

He seemed to be keeping score of just whose been naughty or nice.

Those rambunctious rabbits received seven boisterous barks, with the squirrels scoring a mere two guttural grunts.

Looking a bit worn out after his shift, Rex retired to his comfy Christmas crate.

I tried to remove his little elf shirt for him, but he responded with a tiny growl.

Rex is two years old now, and a feisty fourteen in dog years.

Perhaps a little attitude is to be expected, since he is a teenager.

Though I admit I still started to sing “you better watch out, you better not cry” while he softly snored himself to sleep.

Just in case he was listening.

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What goes around comes around

“You’ve got a job to do,” I told Tinkerbelle this morning.

Though I knew she probably didn’t understand.

I’m pretty sure dressing up in a Mrs. Santa Claus costume wasn’t exactly something Tink had signed up for.

“But Tinkerbelle, spreading holiday cheer this December is even more important than usual.” I added.

“After all, the news lately hasn’t been exactly sweetness and light so I was thinking you could help out a little. You know, maybe spread some of that fairy dust around.”

She finally seemed to acquiesce.

So I quickly slid the little red dress over Tink’s head as she excitedly tried to chew off the $1.00 thrift store price tag.

And she appeared even more excited once she eyed the original $20.00 tag directly underneath.

I’m pretty sure it was my imagination again.

Still, I told Tink we’d be donating the difference to the food shelf which is one of the many causes the thrift shop supports next door.

She then looked up at me for a while and slowly licked my hand.

In turn, I rewarded Tink with a treat which she immediately carried over to her chi-brother Rex’s food bowl.

I watched her drop it in.

It seems that Tink maybe one very sweet, and smart little cookie after all.