Eva’s Byte #273 – A Whisker from Heaven
My heartfelt appreciation should you read this blog to the end.
Whether you embrace or dismiss my story, it is based on my belief that our dearly departed pets are just across the Rainbow Bridge—young, healthy, and carefree once more. Not far away, but hovering here, vibrating at a different frequency.
Last week I blogged about the challenges of administering medication to my geriatric female cat, Hope. At 15 years of age, she’s still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed which behooves me to go the distance for her in my capacity as a pet parent.
This past Sunday, Hope’s symptoms worsened so I brought her to Mass-RI Veterinary ER, a 24-hour practice. Subsequent care and tests involved a stay of 48 hours. Although necessary in Hope’s best interests, it was heartbreaking to leave her behind. I imagined her thinking I abandoned her. It wasn’t long ago she was upset when Misty never returned home by way of pet taxi.
So, believer that I am, I made several pleas to Misty, across the rainbow bridge, to communicate with Hope and convey I’ll be back for her.
Let it be known, that prior to taking Hope to the ER, Sunday afternoon, I had vacuumed the upholstery on my furniture in the living room. No one lounged on that sofa. Not feeling well, Hope had found her own hidden sanctuaries, discouraging me to find her. When I returned from the ER, I busied myself with writing at the computer in my office.
Yet, on Monday, when I went in there to adjust the blinds, I espied a white whisker on one of the sofa cushions. I interpreted this as a sign from Misty signifying—“Done!” In my mind, dismissing the whisker as poppycock, would have been an insult.
Now, when I called the ER to check up on Hope, the doctor informed me that she was very quiet, but heard a purr. Could it be further proof of Misty’s reassurance? I can’t really speculate, though I’ll go along with the notion of Divine Intervention.
In my capacity as writer, I’ve advanced to chapter 52 in Part 3 of my Contemporary work in progress. The whisker from heaven is resting on a seashell near my desk.
“Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.” Walt Whitman
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Whether you embrace or dismiss my story, it is based on my belief that our dearly departed pets are just across the Rainbow Bridge—young, healthy, and carefree once more. Not far away, but hovering here, vibrating at a different frequency.
Last week I blogged about the challenges of administering medication to my geriatric female cat, Hope. At 15 years of age, she’s still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed which behooves me to go the distance for her in my capacity as a pet parent.
This past Sunday, Hope’s symptoms worsened so I brought her to Mass-RI Veterinary ER, a 24-hour practice. Subsequent care and tests involved a stay of 48 hours. Although necessary in Hope’s best interests, it was heartbreaking to leave her behind. I imagined her thinking I abandoned her. It wasn’t long ago she was upset when Misty never returned home by way of pet taxi.
So, believer that I am, I made several pleas to Misty, across the rainbow bridge, to communicate with Hope and convey I’ll be back for her.
Let it be known, that prior to taking Hope to the ER, Sunday afternoon, I had vacuumed the upholstery on my furniture in the living room. No one lounged on that sofa. Not feeling well, Hope had found her own hidden sanctuaries, discouraging me to find her. When I returned from the ER, I busied myself with writing at the computer in my office.
Yet, on Monday, when I went in there to adjust the blinds, I espied a white whisker on one of the sofa cushions. I interpreted this as a sign from Misty signifying—“Done!” In my mind, dismissing the whisker as poppycock, would have been an insult.
Now, when I called the ER to check up on Hope, the doctor informed me that she was very quiet, but heard a purr. Could it be further proof of Misty’s reassurance? I can’t really speculate, though I’ll go along with the notion of Divine Intervention.
In my capacity as writer, I’ve advanced to chapter 52 in Part 3 of my Contemporary work in progress. The whisker from heaven is resting on a seashell near my desk.
“Re-examine all you have been told. Dismiss what insults your soul.” Walt Whitman
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
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Jul 26, 2020 08:31AM
What a beautiful story. I am totally convinced that we receive "signs" from beyond, and not only from people but also from our pets. All my best wishes for Hope. But when the time does come, which I hope won't be for many years to come, You can take comfort in knowing that Misty will be out there to keep her company.
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Pamela wrote: "What a beautiful story. I am totally convinced that we receive "signs" from beyond, and not only from people but also from our pets. All my best wishes for Hope. But when the time does come, which ..."Pamela, my thoughts exactly on Hope being reunited with Misty when her time comes. They'd been together for 14 years.
