by Robert Wilkinson
Today would have been the 20th birthday of a great Soul who changed my life forever.
It was the second anniversary of his death on April 9, but I figured I could post something on what would have been his 20th birthday. He was a remarkable cat, more aware and more compassionate than many people I’ve known.
The story of how he came to me would be a movie in itself. I have the whole thing in a talk I gave years ago, and if I ever find it again, I’ll make it available to the world.
It was a miraculous tale of a very tiny baby stolen from his mother in the middle of the night, somehow getting free of a situation which would most definitely have killed him, and surviving several days of blinding rainstorms to find himself covered in mud and perched on my shoulder singing loudly to the world. And yes, he had a lot to say throughout his long life. While it took about a week for him to find his way to me, I figured out this was his birthday.
A year ago I wrote a brief tribute to his life titled “A Salute to a Great Soul - A Year Is Not A Very Long Time.” I re-read it this year, and decided to reprint it for those of you who may have missed it the first time. And yes, he’s the boss in the FB pictures. Local manifestation of the Great Cat, Yuri was very inscrutable, patient, an independent thinker, and wise ....
So for your reflection and contemplation, a reprint of a tribute to a dead loved one.
“A Salute to a Great Soul - A Year Is Not A Very Long Time.”
A year ago today a great Soul that meant more to me than most people I’ve known this life passed into the heavenworld.
It was on this day last year that Yuri, my cat-teacher and road partner of 18 years, died after a long and great life. I still miss him from time to time. And a year seems like last month.
As I told you then, Yuri (18 April 1995 - 9 April 2013) was my good friend and equal in many ways, and a remarkable Being. Intelligent, friendly, popular, talkative with a HUGE vocabulary, about as non-violent as a cat can be, he was caring, sensitive, and a good sport, given he and I spent about 25,000 miles together in cars and trucks throughout his life. We were constant companions, never intruding on each other’s freedom, but loving each other deeply for many years.
More than a few of his many friends have expressed how much they miss his physical presence this past year. That’s how popular he was. And yes, I know he’s doing just fine on the other side, much better than his final few years here when he was almost completely deaf and blind from 7 years of diabetes (which he completely cured just a few months before he checked out!) Here it may be good to remember that Death is not the enemy, but just Spirit's way of recycling the best of us when the husk is worn out.
So Aum and blessings. He was such a great Spirit that his death left a huge void in my life, even as I know the memory of his unique spark will be with me always. And yet, I also know that when he left, he left quickly and completely, with no astral residue to hang around. That’s one of the biggest advantages to cremation.
While sometimes the departed do visit us for whatever reasons, that’s not Yuri. He wasn’t one to hang around when there were other places to explore. He was an Aries with Moon in Sagittarius, so that’s not surprising. To turn an ancient aphorism around, “As below, so above.”
I suppose that’s just the way life is. We meet them, we hang out with them, and sooner or later one of us leaves, for whatever reasons and karma there is. Along with so many others this life, he helped me experience another level of unconditional love.
By not “calling him back,” I believe I left his Spirit free to grow into unknown evolutionary realms. Here I trust the wisdom of God to know exactly where his Spiritual Spark needs to be. It sure isn’t here.
And so today I’m in contemplation of how mysterious the ways of Spirit are, and how we’re all part of one gigantic life, both in form and in no-form. Love is love, and it persists across time. That’s the nature of our bond with each other, whether we know it or not. And those who show us a greater love will always be a part of our Soul-field, whether we’re in a body or not.
So rather than offer condolences, since this isn’t that kind of day, please indulge me one thing: use today to remember someone who touched you deeply, loved you unconditionally, and who was always there for you without reservations. You will find strength and solace in that experience.
© Copyright 2015 Robert Wilkinson
Hi Robert. I can absolutely empathise with you. I know what losing an angelic companion feels like. I had written you about Willow, my cat, who died just a few days before I came back from Thailand on a leave from my job to take her. And though I took her 45 days old son when I came, I could never get over the tragic event, and my guilt for having left her here in the first place. And this was the cause I could not work properly after that. Eventually I came back to Greece. Now, 2 years later after my coming back, and after all the changes I have been through within me all this time, I know that I am in the right place at the right moment and Willow died for a reason. This doens not heal the wound though :)
Posted by: Kate Minogianni | April 18, 2015 at 10:31 AM
'The Cat Who Went to Heaven', a beautiful story I first read as a child of ten. (The original is illustrated and worth searching out.)
http://playpen.meraka.csir.co.za/~acdc/education/Dr_Anvind_Gupa/Learners_Library_7_March_2007/Resources/books/catheaven.pdf
Posted by: Sabina | April 21, 2015 at 11:16 PM