He was a wonderful companion. He was always gentle and, as long as there was a warm place to nap, happy. As I wrote of him back in 2009, when I was preparing for my colonoscopy, "Today my best feline friend has been my big old gray and white tub of guts, Joey. He's been very affectionate and attentive surrounding today's festivities. He has seemed more in tune to why our daily schedule was off and he's been very sweet about it. I've said it before -- Joey may be my dopiest cat, but he's my hero. He has an unfailingly sensitive, positive nature."
Thank you to everyone who commented on my post about his passing. I appreciate and find comfort in your kindness, because this has been very hard.
One of my kitty cats named Midjull was a big goofball but he was (for lack of a better term) 'my familiar' - he did my early woo work with me, he slept on top of my head and was the first voice I heard when I realized I could hear animals speak. I was in deep meditation and I could feel a presence in front of me and heard the words in my head "I am a cat. C A T, cat. I am a cat" which is just what my sweet dorky cat would say. I peeped open my eye and sure enough, there was Midjull just staring at me like "are you hearing what I'm saying?" - such a nutjob but I loved him so so so much.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain, sister. Truly.
I am so sorry. I hadn't been back to your blog and didn't realize your Joey was gone. I will light a candle in friendship and hope for you tonight.
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