In Memoriam: Hattie

November 25, 2015 by  
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The Times, They Are a Changin'.

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Reflections on a Life Well Lived.

Hattie is gone.  She has left the physical plane and is now in spirit.  It took me a few days to check in with her because it wasn't unusual for her to go off for a couple of days, although very rarely did she do that this time of year.

I find I miss seeing her waiting for me each morning.

Hattie had a wonderful attitude about life.  She lived it fully and was rarely discouraged.  She always greeted me with optimism and hope.

If she was hungry, she asked for food.

If she wanted to talk to me, she did.

If she wanted to go hunting, off she went with not a word to anyone.

Hattie truly belonged to herself.  The idea that a human could own an animal appalled her.

Hattie enjoyed her life.  She loved the outdoors and swore to me she would never become a house cat, even part-time.  Not in winter.  Not at night.  Never.

Hattie took charge of my yard when she moved it.  For years, I haven't had chipmunks under the bird feeders.  If one would show up, it soon learned to stay away ... or Hattie killed it.

About 2 weeks ago, as I fed Hattie breakfast, I discovered a lump on her ribs that had not been there before.  Of course, being telepathic, Hattie heard my thoughts.  She didn't comment.

Hattie loved teaching in my Animal Communication classes.  She had a lot of wisdom to share and gave my students a strong sense of what it meant to be "feral."   The more she spoke with my students, the more she let me touch her when I fed her breakfast.

Still, at other times, her wild nature would take over and she wouldn't come near me for weeks, waiting patiently just out of range as I put the food and fresh water into the feeding station.

I miss Hattie.

Hattie's Message:

I lived a full and happy life -- much longer than would have been possible without some human assistance. 

I loved being in nature.  I loved the sunrise and sunset, the smells of the woods and grasses in all seasons, and the feel of wind in my fur.   I loved insects (yummy) and belonging only to myself.

I loved hunting because it was both a mental and physical challenge.  I ever got bored, although sometimes I got very hungry before I made a kill.  Still, living in harmony and balance left me feeling exhilarated. 

Cats aren't meant to live alone.  In nature, when human's don't interfere, we have families, colonies.  So I was lonely, at times.  Then I met Sakhara and Violet, and they became my friends -- someone to talk to, although they didn't hunt with me. 

When I was ready to leave my body, I found a predator who would make a quick kill.  We agreed on the exchange -- and I leapt from my body easily, flying free into the spirit realm.  I am at peace.

So I say goodbye to Hattie and wish her well.

Still, my back yard seems very empty these days, despite the birds arriving to eat breakfast at the feeders.

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