Dawnings

Timmi died on Thursday. She was in her 20th round of the sun. Timmi was an extraordinary grey blue/white feline friend and my familiar. The anecdotes of her sentience, her attention, her focussed and cheerful devotion to her spiritual duties, are legendary. She was a healer, a companion, a temple cat. She taught me so much. She welcomed and bid farewell with the aplomb renowned in her species. She was magic.

I wander around the house and I can feel the rent in the etheric. Her presence is noted by its absence. [ -1 indeed!].

We don’t know what happens to the spirit of such animals, but she passed out of her old and exhausted form in peace and love. I hope she is inspecting her new home in Shambahla.

And if she is to return to the world of form, she will bring with her the delicacy of a powerful spirit, an intense consciousness, and a love of life.

I reach out across the dimensions, and I touch her on that spot between her ears, just above her eyes. And I love her.