Most of us become accustomed to the patterns in our lives. We wake up and face the day in various ways, feeling comfort in our daily rituals. My partner and I chat for awhile and our cat Mr. Boo invariably jumps on the bed between us and always bumps our heads as a way to say “good morning”. He then lays down and watches us till we get up. When my partner Kenny goes in the kitchen to get our coffee he dashes after him anticipating his breakfast.
I always have my cup of coffee in my favorite chair overlooking a small fish pond. I embrace the day slowly when I can without any need to discover what the media has to offer in the way of doom and gloom. Kenny goes down to his man cave to listen to his sports show and as I sip my coffee, I can hear Boo chomping on his kibble. This has been the scenario for quite some time until this past week.
Mr. Boo had been exhibiting some weight loss and lethargy. I took him to a Vet weeks ago and he was given an appetite enhancement and some probiotic powder to spread on his food. Things seemed to be looking up. The rituals stayed the same. Life was good. Then three days ago he stopped eating and drinking. Another Vet visit, and lots of tests, which have led to hospitalization and the possibility of sending Boo to his final resting place. The doctors are exceedingly compassionate and dedicated to their patients. However, they really can’t tell you when “enough is enough”.
At one time my feline friend was a big white and black cat with long hair. He always made me feel as if he was of royal stock. He had a jaunty walk, with a tail that was always straight up in the air. He never sat on my lap preferring to lay next to me instead. After all, he was the king. The only time he deferred to me, was when I was recuperating from my knee replacement. I fell asleep in my recliner, only to awaken to find him splayed across my chest. We looked at each other and I realized that he had decided to gift me with himself to possibly enhance my healing.
Over and over as I journey through this life I am given lessons on the challenges of not being attached to how we perceive life “should be”. It is not an easy lesson, since it is easier and more comfortable to be deluded into thinking everything will stay the same. Perhaps, the gift impermanence can teach us is to relish every moment with those we love and cherish.