What's happened since (including cats as chakra workers)
I appreciated what elementa and darkhorseman had to say right after my dog died last Monday night. This also relates to what someone else asked earlier (sorry, I do not remember who) about cats working with chakras. Looking back (right after you all posted your comments, but it has taken me some time to write back), I saw some patterns that had eluded me before.
Cinder was in fact aware of his approaching death, but very peaceful about it. There was no fear. We had company for dinner Sunday night. After dinner, we had a fire going in the wood stove and I brought Cinder in. There was something "off" about him. He was always very expectant of a dog biscuit once he came inside, but he had no interest. He lay down in front of the fire and didn't even want to roll over for his usual belly rub. Our guest was sitting in a chair nearby, and I was on the rug next to Cinder, massaging him. In the past, I have found myself "zoning out" while doing this. My worry apparently increased this. I was not drunk!!!, but I found myself tuning out from the conversation between spouse, kid, guest and me. I was zoned in on Cinder, but I didn't consciously understand why. Our guest later told his wife that I had seemed "very distracted." Anyway, I was trying to send heat/energy/light into Cinder, but wasn't getting a response. Yet, we were linked together somehow.
The next day, I came downstairs and found Cinder lying in the middle of the kitchen floor. My husband told me he had not wanted to go into his crate for the night. He did go out to pee (dark urine -- when I heard this, this is when I called the vet), and a second time, it was clear. When he's stayed inside on cold days in the past, he has been in either his crate (by choice) or in the LR. Now he was smack in the middle of everything. This meant that as I and my husband moved around the house, doing our mundane things, we had literally to step over him or around him. Each time, of course, there was a "Hey, Buddy, how ya' doin'?" comment, or a rub on the head. He stayed there all morning, not looking in pain or even sad . . . just tired. Waiting. I (d'oh!) still didn't get it.
I stayed in the kitchen just to be with him. We couldn't get into the vet's until 12:40. We have a comfortable chair for reading newspapers in, it isn't just a sink-stove-refrig. place. Anyway, I would periodically stand up and peer around the table so I could see him, because I wanted to see how he was doing. He was just lying there peacefully, but a bit sad, too, I think. "Reflective" might be a better word. At one point, he sneezed. I sprang up and peered over at him. He lifted his head (first time in hours) and gave me a big grin, almost a laugh.
The rest of the story you know. We got him to the vet, and he was gone very quickly thereafter from a cancer we had never known he had.
Ok, back to Sunday night and our dinner guest. My daughter says that while i was zoned-out massaging Cinder, our older cat Fancy was watching him with a peculiar expression. She thinks Fancy knew he was dying.
Monday night, after Cinder died at the vet's, I went to bed (after being up on LJ WAAAYY too long). I woke up around 3 a.m. Both cats were lying next to my side, as usual. As I lay there, I remembered that Cinder had died. Almost immediately, Fancy moved from my side to lie on my abdomen, covering me from belly button to throat. After a moment, Stella (younger cat) moved to lie down on me right behind her, so once again all my chakras were covered with cats.
In the days since, most of the other four-footeds here have been subdued. They did not see Cinder die, but they know he is not here. Whether they know ht is not in this plane as well as this physical address, I don't know, but I suspect they do. Oddly, Fancy is the only one who does not seem particularly affected. She and Cinder actually had a friendship of sorts; she would go up to him and sensually whisk her tail under his jaw. I'd always wanted to get a photo of this, but as soon as they saw the camera, they'd stop! Stella, the cat who was never very comfortable about him, seem more affected, Of the horses, Little Boy -- a pony who had a game of "chicken" with Cinder over the door to the run-in shed -- seems depressed. Cinder and Little Boy had the longest history (Little Boy came here in Dec. 1992; Cinder in July 1993).
This is way too long, so I'll try to insert a cut. I'm still not very good at this, so forgive me if I mess up.
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