When my mother passed away last March, her two cats went to two separate families.  Wilson, the oldest wasn't thriving in his new home.   The woman of the house was going to put him down because he wasn't going outside to take care of business.  I got a call to see if I could find another home for him.  The family that took his "brother" Murphy was willing to take Wilson as well. 

Wilson got a clean bill of health from the vet, so yesterday, my friend Mary and I drove two hours to deliver Mr. Wilson to his new forever home.  He meowed nearly the whole way. though he was resting and meowing with his head on his paw.  Like he was telling us all about it.

Once we arrived, we brought him into a large room and closed the door so the other inhabitants of the household wouldn't disrupt Wilson's getting settled.  Wilson came out of his carrier purring!  He walked right up to his new mommy and rubbed on her leg and purred.  He let Mary and I pet him and tell him how handsome he was.  He didn't really want to be held, but visited his food dish right away.  After much praise and loving, we decided to go get some lunch and let Wilson explore his new home.  Wilson seemed very happy to be on solid ground again.  His tail was held high, his eyes were bright, and he was purring up a storm.

When we got back, he had found his brother kitty, Murphy, under the bed and had made a safe place for himself there.  (pretty normal cat stuff.)  I'm sure he was really tired and glad to be comfortable and quiet.  His brother Murphy was brought out and we loved on him as well.  He seemed more traumatized than Wilson!  We kept sending him "all okay" messages and left the family to get acquainted as we wanted to get over the pass before dark.

All evening, I was disturbed by Murphy's feelings of trauma.  I couldn't really understand why he was so upset because he and Wilson were dearest of friends when they lived together.  They would sleep together and give each other face washings - very cute.

My own can Bruiser woke me up at midnight.  Actually it was the stroke of midnight as I could hear the clock in the front room chiming 12 times!  I was caught with a rush of trauma from Murphy again.  I just sent him comforting energy and blessings until I fell asleep (much later!)

When I awoke this morning, it was dark in the room, but there was a light over my head.  We have a sliding glass door that is covered, so no light was getting in, so even though I thought it might have been a reflection of something.  There was no light to reflect.  I was instantly "taken" to my mother's house she lived in before she died.  I came in through the back door where the exercise bicycle was and the cat dishes and where the cat box was located.  I started to go through the rest of the house but was drawn back to that back room.  I heard my mother say, "The boys are home."  I could feel a deep sense of relief and contentment.  I shot back into my body and realized that Murphy felt that if Wilson was brought that I was going to take him away!  I immediately sent the experience I just had in my mother's home and the feelings of relief and contentment and relayed her words, "The boys are home."  I could feel Murphy "get" the message and begin to relax.  As soon as the message was sent, the light over my head faded.  I believe that was my mother wanting to make sure both "boys" were happy and content. 

I haven't yet checked in with the new family to see how "the boys" are doing, but it feels as if they are both going to be fine.  I feel Murphy relaxing and Wilson getting settled.  I hope to get pictures of Wilson and Murphy to attach to this so you can see them - they really do look like brothers!  Murphy has gotten to love the family dog Shirley and Wilson just left his family dog Lilly, so I'm sure they will all make a happy family soon.  Even though Wilson is a senior kitty, he is strong and healthy and very vital.  I'm glad he has a home where he can thrive and really live life where he's loved.

God bless his other family as they did the best that they could for as long as they could.  God bless his new family Deb, Shirley, and Murphy for their open, loving hearts.  I am so grateful that Wilson has more years of love to share.

Merlyn Napping in Display Case

We sleep with both dogs and the cat.  (allergies?  you bet!)  Last night, as Bruiser the cat snuggled into my pillow and onto the top of my head, I was beginning to drift asleep when I heard a meow.  Actually, it was more of a "meaowr".  I sat up and asked Phil if he heard that.  He said he did but was nearly asleep, so he was undisturbed by it.  I wondered if a cat had crawled in through the pet door to get warm or something. 

By this time I realized that if there was a cat in the house the two dogs would have been going nuts and Bruiser would have been throwing a hissy fit.  So I laid back down and heard another meowr - softer.  I got up and searched the house and found nothing - animals still not concerned in the least.  As I went back to bed, I thougth of the church-cat named Merlyn that had passed several years ago in the spring. 

He was quite the cat.  When we did healings, he would jump up on the healing table and lay right on whatever was ailing before we could even get our hands ready to send healing energy.  We'd have to slip them under him to provide the healing.  He would just purr and stay there until he thought the person was done and then he'd jump down. 

I remember when Merlyn was in his last few days.  He was pretty skinny and we were just giving him the best quality of life we could until it became obvious that he was too weak to go on and he was ready to go.  On his last Sunday, Phil told everyone to give Merlyn a goodbye as his time was drawing near.  As Phil was talking, Merlyn gave out about three really loud meowr's as his way of saying good bye to all of us.  It was really amazing. 

I didn't get that Merlyn was here to help Bruiser over - though I know when the time is right, he will be there to help as he's needed.  I do think he was trying to let me know that Bruiser is now about 12 to 15 years old and getting up there.  He is playful still, but doesn't get around as much as he used to.  I think Merlyn wanted me to know that it's time for us to pay special attention to Bruiser and give him some extra help as needed.  Maybe move is cat box to an easier place - though he's not had any trouble getting to it, we may just want to avoid any mishaps.  I think he was thanking us for all the extra special treatment he received and to let us know that Bruiser is ready to receive some of that same attention. 

Both Merlyn and Bruiser are black cats.  We didn't select them because they were black, but because they were special and just happened to be black.  Very different personalities, yet both kinda goofy.  It's probably pretty goofy to let a cat sleep on your head, but on these cold winter nights, it sure keeps me warm!  No electric blanket needed!  Just two dogs and a cat on my head!

As he flashes through my mind today, I am remembering lots of wonderful things about him and how bonded we were.  Too funny.  I'll see if I can find a picture of Merlyn and put it with this article.  It was so interesting to have that visit that seemed so real on this physical plane.  It's nice to get those lovely little visits.  (My mom stopped by later in a dream - how cool is that!)

If you want to visit with a pet that's crossed over, let me know - we can do that!

Bonnie Snuggles In

Phil found an opportunity to surround Bonnie with Babies.  She likes it!

Bon-Bon

Bonnie likes to tear up stuffed animals and was not impressed with Molly's heap o' babies!

Molly Snuggles in

Last night Phil piled a bunch of dog toys/stuffed animals on Molly.  She went into a kind of stupor and snuggled in.  It was really cute!