I have a client, (who has since become a long-distance friend); I have been reading for her and her animals for over 3 years now.
Just over two years ago, she sadly lost her husband which left her and her cat, Bunny, alone in the house.
By chance circumstances online, she came across a ginger boy cat who had gone into a shelter after his ‘man-person’ had passed away. At 9 years old, my client was only too aware that his chances of being adopted were not good and something in her heart, having just lost HER ‘man-person’, felt a connection with this soul and before long, she had adopted him.
I did a reading for her cat Bunny to ensure that she understood what was happening and to prepare ‘Newbie’ (as he was originally called) for what was ahead of him.
After he arrived, for FOUR months, he hid underneath a sofa. Yes, 4 months!! But luckily, my client was patient and kind and loving, and would talk to him every day, coaxing him out, and stroking him gently to let him know he was safe. She needed to get him out to have some important dental work but the second day after his surgery, he came out from under the couch, seeking love and affection and allowed my client to pet him for the first time. Patience really does pay off!
She said, “Oh my, what an incredible day that was. I had a stupid grin on my face for so many days.”
After another chat with him, his name was changed to Jack, and as time went on, slowly but surely he started to come out more and explore. He became her ‘night time buddy’ waiting for her at the top of the stairs each night.
Eventually he felt brave enough to go downstairs. I remember receiving an email from my client with a photo of him half way down the stairs. She was so pleased and I was so excited for both of them.
However, once he ventured downstairs, he of course, encountered Bunny. As anyone with a multi-cat household knows, introducing cats is a long-term project and needs to be done slowly and carefully.
But in the 2 years that followed, Bunny and Jack, whilst never becoming close, were able to establish their boundaries and live quite happily together, both sharing in the loving touch of their ever-caring guardian.
I often received excited emails from my client showing photos of both cats lying in close proximity, or Jack enjoying lying across the sofa back behind my client’s head, or curled up next to her (see below) and then finally even climbing on top of her when she got into bed.
He had friends that followed his journey from all over the world and it was through them and his absolute love of tuna, that he earned the nickname ‘Mr Tuna‘.
In one reading for him, my client told him he was her sweet, handsome boy and she was so happy that he was part of her life. He absolutely loved this. He shared that he’d felt like he’d lost his identity when his previous guardian has passed away and finally felt like he had an identity again. The ‘raw emotional’ energy that he’d had the first time I read for him had now been replaced with a warm feeling of love and comfort.
But sadly, one day this August, he developed an odd breathing pattern which had my client rushing him immediately to the vet. They found a load of fluid in his tummy and when they drained it, they found a huge inoperable tumor. Due to the size, and his age, his prognosis was poor and my client was faced with the agonising decision that all animal guardians face.
With her heart breaking, she spent some quality time in a quiet room that the vet provided, holding him and telling him about their time together and how much she loved him, and how much she loved the fact that he had come into her life.
Jack was later encouraged on his journey to Rainbow Bridge being held in the arms of the woman who had not only rescued him, but rescued his soul. He had experienced love, affection, and a feeling of being valued.
In amongst a collection of heart-breaking emails from my client, one sentence stood out for me: “No matter how much time we had, it was worth it because I was able to give that to him and he and I were able to share that love.”
It might sound simple, but in Jack’s eyes, that was everything. And that, ultimately, is what counts. We do it for them.
RIP sweet boy.
(Shared with permission)
