Psychic Rhiannon Paille

"Well you came in with the breeze, on Sunday Morning, you sure have changed since yesterday, without any warning. I thought I knew you, whoa, but I got a new view, I thought I knew you well . . . "

All I did was take out the garbage . . . and Stirfry went outside . . . like she always does.

Around noon a frantic knock comes at my door, it's my neighbor, "Your cat just got hit!"

I come staggering out of the house without my shoes on.

She's bleeding from the nose . . . his wife has her, is petting her, and trying to keep her calm.

The person who hit her didn't stop.

The neighbor had moved her from the street to the grass.

I brought her inside, and got a towel . . . tried to stop the bleeding, but then noticed that her jaw was broken.

The Animal Hospital . . .

When they got to the part about the feeding tube, and the potential lung and heart damage . . . I knew it was too late.

I couldn't make the decision though, not the executive decision, I was all alone, my husband was on a plane home, not expected back until that night . . . and this was his cat, he had to decide, to try . . . or to let her go.

She wasn't just a cat, she was the guardian cat, we treated her the way Egyptians treated their cats, and she acted like it too. She meowed when the food was empty, when water was empty, when litter boxes were full, when the other cats fought, when the kids fought, when she wanted milk, or a treat, or outside.

Everyday she would be waiting for me in the backyard when I got home . . . and every morning she was in my bed for cuddles . . .

We could understand her perfectly, she wasn't just some cat, she was  . . . like a human being.

So I went home, and she's at the hospital hanging on for her life . . .

He finally calls me from Denver, between the connecting flights . . . and tells me to just do it, and get it done before he lands.

And now the world feels kinda spinny . . . and while I know life will go on as per the usual, what about the down times? The sad times? She used to come and sit by me when me I was sad . . . my heart hurts . . .

Namaste,

Rhiannon