In Memoriam: Purrley.
Each Life Path Is to be Honored.
Who are we to judge?
When we can be the neutral observer, it's easier to be in compassion for ourselves and others.
Purrley touched our lives with his beauty and his struggle to understand his experience of abandonment.
Purrley is no longer on the physical plane, as far as I can determine.
When he first arrived, he would make eye contact, but over time, he avoided me more and more, despite the large and nutritious and delicious meals I set before him. A friend and I purchased a new feeding station for him and a feral cat house, but he would not stay in my yard. He would come and eat and then run away.
Purrley's fear levels kept rising as autumn grew colder and the daylight grew shorter. As the tall grass around my yard died and left big open spaces, he hid under the porch where Hattie lived, but keeping only to one corner. I'm not sure Hattie was still there when he started to do this, but he would dart out as soon as I served breakfast ... only after he could hear me shut the door to the kitchen.
Purrley hasn't come for food in more than a week and isn't responding to any of my attempts to speak with him now. I sense that he is gone from the physical plane.
I pray that his soul is cocooned in Divine Love to heal him from the trauma of his experiences.
Thank you, Purrley, for coming to my yard and allowing us all to meet you. You are a beautiful being. I wish I could have done more for you, but I allow that what I did do was perfect in each moment, and that you made the perfect choices for your Soul's growth.
I wish you well on all your journeys. I send you love, gratitude, and appreciation.