a kind tribute
to my little himilayan irish kitty
from my compassionate vet’s office
in a perfect circle
appeared from the wild
returned to the wild.
“trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.”
― karen joy fowler
the littlest yeti
the bravest warrior
the sweetest brother to olive
lived with a disease he valiantly fought
made it to his first birthday
filled with crazy fun and sass
left the earth as suddenly as he appeared
as yetis sometimes do.
“all the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
~ havelock ellis
has transformed from a crazy toddler with mini claws and fuzzy fur
into an awkward, gawky teenager
who’s not quite sure what to do
with his newly stretched out body and all his parts
can’t wait for the
storming off to his room
acting like he doesn’t know who i am
and the puberty talks.
“no matter where you are or where you grow up,
you always go through the same awkward moments of being a teenager
and growing up trying to figure out who you are.”
what impeccable timing
as soon as i had finished working on puzzles
on my favorite old table
putting pen to my journal instead
olive also changed hobbies
from puzzling to journaling
the same time and place
“the best time to begin keeping a journal is whenever you decide to.”
“i’ve decided that the best time is now.
the puzzles are gone, there are no open spaces in a puzzle to fill in by laying on them with my body,
no pieces to quietly and slowly push off the table with my paw, and no frame to snag and break apart with my claw.
perfect time to begin a journal.”
i get the feeling olive is in need of a bit more attention from me.
above, olive tries to add herself
into the frida self-portrait puzzle
as the 4th animal in the picture
a bird, a monkey, and now,
2 black cats instead of 1.
below, olive tries to add herself
into a cable news show
as the special guest co-host.
just a hunch.
“give whatever you are doing and whoever you are with the gift of your attention.”
olive the cat not the oil
cooly waits beneath the tree
acting as though she has not even noticed
this new 6-foot thing in our living room
with lots of moving and dangling and twirling things on it
after i put it all up and walk away
she plans out her next day of play
knowing that i’ll be leaving for school
early in the morning.
“the cat is, above all things, a dramatist. ”
what a totally unexpected and much appreciated kindness:
a sympathy card in the mail
signed by every person in my vet’s office
after helping my pet to pass on peacefully
on my last trip there.
“the whole idea of compassion is based on a keen awareness
of the interdependence of all these living beings,
which are all part of one another, and all involved in one another.”
an encore can only last so long
eventually the stage is empty.
after an up and down week
bob seger, in today’s paper,
had just the right message.
glenn frey the rocker, (r.i.p.) and the eagles returning for one of many expected encores.
glenn frey the cat has returned for a very unexpected encore.
his doctor gave him a last minute reprieve
offered him another chance
with new protocols and fingers crossed.
it may not last long
he’s not in pain
and is purring again
so we’ll take it one encore at a time.
he and i were both equally surprised
olive took it all in stride.
glenn still has no idea how big he really is
the lumbering giant
thinks he’s a kitten
knocking over everything in his way
he’s lived at least 3 lives since i’ve known him
that means 6ish still to go
and he’s still not ready to leave the stage for good, just yet.
“the encore is the short piece after the program has finished,
where the performer brings out something the audience doesn’t expect.”
we spent our last day together
glenn frey the cat, not the rocker
olive the cat, not the oil
glenn has taken a turn for the worse
and is quickly slowing down
resting in his favorite place
with olive refusing to leave his side
the three of us
sit in the quiet
looking out at the signs
of the seasons changing
taking in the breezes.
i think back to his multiple rescues
his funny, crazy ways
his very loud voice
how i often spelled his name wrong
how he acted tough at first
but was really such a gentle giant
how he tried to camouflage himself in the vines and flowers
how he welcomed another rescue, tiny olive
into our little family.
in the morning
there will be
just two of us left
when we return to this room
as we say farewell
to our sweet friend, glenn frey.
even the flowers are sad.