the feral cat

For Dixie, "Angel Lady"

Fear gripped his soul. Misunderstood and unaccepted, he thought to hide himself away and live his days sequestered, “That is my lot in life; I need little and deserve less.” But time passes slowly for one without love.

Then one day he saw her. She ventured near. “Who is she? Why has she come?” For many days he watched her, studied her. He was given to see her soul, and it was very good. She opened her home and with gentle words and her kind, soft touch, coaxed him into her heart where he found safety. She called him Kitty Bom-Bom. “I will call her Angel Lady.”

“Savior” and “Saved” blurred through the years as spirits bonded in an uncommon understanding born of love and caring, until at last, after eleven years, the time came for them to part. For him, there would be solace in death, relief from the pain of a failing body. Angel Lady held him gently, putting nourishment into his frail form, until he was ready to leave her and the world they shared. His spirit lingered, watching as she put his lifeless body into the place she had prepared. She wept as she secured the special place and felt his spirit go away from her. There was much for him to discover in this wonderful new world. He would find a beautiful place, worthy of her, where he would wait patiently until she came, and they could share this perfect world, together, forever.