THE CATS IN THE CRADLE ( being nurtured by angels )

THE CATS IN THE CRADLE ( being nurtured by angels )

A Story by Micheal Teal



Last night shortly after six in the evening our cat and beloved companion Roxy passed away. The cats in the cradle of heaven being nurtured by angels.

Today my heart is heavy as she was our child. She was a luminous presence in our life whose love was unconditional and all encompassing. She was loved and will be missed.

I remember back before my wife and I were even a couple that she had to go to the states for four days and asked me to house sit for her. My goal was to make the cat love me in those four days because I figured if the cat loved me then she would have to love me too. Suffice to say the best layed plans... I never saw the cat for those four days. Her food was gone in the morning but I never saw her. Of course the second Karen walked back in the door - poof ! theres the cat. The David Copperfield/Doug Henning of cats. She should have had her own vegas show.

Since then I have grown to Love her. Hers was a divine love that inspired and enchanted. She was a beautiful girl whose gentle presence and unselfish love filled our lives with abundant blessings. She is now resting om heavens horizon nurtured by spirit and shining her light on those of us who love her.

I spend most of my time at home alone working on the computer. It was just me and her most days and the void and emptiness I feel at this moment is heartbreaking and dibilitating . Its been a tough time the past year or so - from my own physical and mental health issues , to financial woes , to cancer and illness in family and friends to the death of a dear friend , its been incredibly trying times.

However Roxy was 15 and lived a long life filled with love. She passed quickly without suffering and for that I am grateful. I have many years of memories and I know that she is still here with me , keeping me company while I work online.

There is sanctity to all life and Roxy was not a pet , she was our child and will be mourned as such. Her magnetically appealing presence and essence of love will be missed. She has touched my soul in a profound and transcendent way. Her existence was an expression of our heart and there will be an empty space where her love lived that will remain empty for no other could fill that space so beautifully or eloquently.

I love you Roxy. I believe that you are dancing in the suns freedom . The truth of who you are inspires me to celebrate your significant and meaningful life. You have been my child , my friend and my constant companion for the eleven years Karen and I have been together. You will never be forgotten and you will always be loved.

The Cats in the Cradle being Nurtured By Angels.

I Love you Roxy.


Yours in Heavy Heart
The OldMan

© 2008 Micheal Teal


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There is sanctity to all life and Roxy was not a pet , she was our child and will be mourned as such. Her magnetically appealing presence and essence of love will be missed. She has touched my soul in a profound and transcendent way. Her existence was an expression of our heart and there will be an empty space where her love lived that will remain empty for no other could fill that space so beautifully or eloquently.

Firstly I am so sorry that Roxy passed away............but you have been blessed, loving her, and she was lucky to have had such a wonderful owner, losing a much loved unique animal is so hard, and you write a tribute to her
with thought and beauty.
I am sure she is chasing rainbows up there and smiling down at you.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Micheal Teal
Micheal Teal

Canada



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I am a Poet , Psychic and Spiritual Consultant. Mine is a journey of peace and self discovery. I seek to sow the seeds of new possibilities and inspire the purpose within. I am a searcher and research.. more..

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