Whispers conned his way into my life almost 13 years ago. He came into the pool area and he was no bigger than my hand. He was dehydrated, covered in fleas and suffering from malnutrition. He saw my daughter, Kayleen and came straight to her climbing on her chair begging for help. I said "no way is that cat coming home with us" yet one hour later he was in my garage and Edward (my husband) was taking Kayleen to the store to purchase food and a litter box, we had already given him water.
Whispers knew I disliked cats, and to be truthful I was suspicious of anyone who liked cats and did not understand my daughters love for them. (She had many toy cats and she enjoyed dressing and walking as a cat, she had studied the movements of cats). His first mission was me as he knew his destiny of living in our home was in my hands. As I was sitting he crawled up to my left arm shoulder and spoke in his name in my ear. He said, call me Whispers and then climbed down to my knee and went to sleep. Once I heard him speak to me he became my friend.
From that moment on-wards he came when his name was called. When I arrived home he always came to greet me.
He taught me that my dislike for cats was just an old childhood fear, to let go of my conditioned opinions and one of his biggest teachings for me was to greet life with an open mind and heart.
Whispers was pretty much fearless , he led with courage and had amazing boundaries, he woke up my courage within me.
He made me laugh, cry and fall in love with cats.
Whispers died yesterday (3/26/16) at 9 am.
In the 3 weeks from which I discovered he had lymphoma he remained my teacher.
When the vet told me how ill his body had become I told him to let go, to not let his body suffer any longer. I continued to love him, giving him daily energy healing, bringing him outside with me so he could enjoy the sun. Last week I was sitting watching him walking outside while hoping for a miracle I was thinking that perhaps we were wrong and he could get better. Whispers came up beside me and he looked at me and I could sense his words to me, he told me one more week, I cannot stay, I am not getting better like you want me to do. He told me to let go of my attachments and to allow myself to feel what I needed to feel to stop protecting myself from grieving as that would also protect me from feeling joy.
Truth was his body could not longer contain his Essence and he asked to leave with dignity.
Whisper’s loved his new vet Dr Snell and he was not scared. Dr Snell comforted us agreeing with Whisper that it was his time to leave.
I held him on my lap as his dr. delivered the first of 2 shots through the iv, I felt only gratitude and love from him, he left so gently.
Death is gracious, she comes with love, with respect, with full knowing that all is well as she guides us to our next steps.
I know I will feel you soon fur boy when my tears lessen, and my breath flows more freely when I speak your name, “Whispers”.