Atticus
Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 12:58 am
(This post is about a deceased pet. I wasn't sure if I should put it in this forum or the animal forum; feel free to move it if you need to).
My dear cat friend Atticus died to-day. I got the news earlier to-day that he was dying, and caught the next flight down to California to be there when he was euthanized. I still remember giving him to my grandmother as a kitten on her birthday in April of 1999. She died a few years later, and we feared that he would never adjust to living with our family, but as time passed he came more out of his shell than he had ever been (though he maintained a certain curmudgeonly nature). He was a beloved fixture of our family, and we all loved him dearly, as he loved us. He was a living link to my grandmother, and a treasured loved one in his own right.
I also feel like there's some level of synchronicity in that I just recently (this past weekend) underwent a depossession ceremony in which I released a piece of my late grandfather's soul. Even though Atticus was my grandmother's cat, for some reason, I always associated his personality with that of my grandfather's.
Goodbye, my friend. You lived a long and full life, and I have no doubt that you are now once again with my grandmother.
My dear cat friend Atticus died to-day. I got the news earlier to-day that he was dying, and caught the next flight down to California to be there when he was euthanized. I still remember giving him to my grandmother as a kitten on her birthday in April of 1999. She died a few years later, and we feared that he would never adjust to living with our family, but as time passed he came more out of his shell than he had ever been (though he maintained a certain curmudgeonly nature). He was a beloved fixture of our family, and we all loved him dearly, as he loved us. He was a living link to my grandmother, and a treasured loved one in his own right.
I also feel like there's some level of synchronicity in that I just recently (this past weekend) underwent a depossession ceremony in which I released a piece of my late grandfather's soul. Even though Atticus was my grandmother's cat, for some reason, I always associated his personality with that of my grandfather's.
Goodbye, my friend. You lived a long and full life, and I have no doubt that you are now once again with my grandmother.