late update on Oreo – Thursday

My Little Guy, Oreo

Sunday, Monday and Tuesday tears of profound sadness gushed out like never before – from me. I was so sure my little guy was leaving.
Today – tears of immense gratitude and joy run down my rosy cheeks. Oreo sits on my lap proofreading for me, like he often does. (No, the typos are mine not his)

His soft purr -wait he is ready to pounce on the squirrel yapping on the deck.

Yup, my amazing boy is back–at least for now. 🙂

Got something really funny for you tomorrow.

Y’all come back now!

Oreo today, Thursday

Are you sitting down?
Oreo awakened me today my pawing at me to feed him. Which means he was up on my bed and active.
when I didn’t open my eyes or get up he went down the ha; and started calling me. Yeah – talking to me loudly. Well, at his normal volume.

So I fed him and he ate normally.He said then you when I out the food down–normal for him.

Then he started doing all his old usual behaviors – walking around, sort of playing. He seems to be all better. Though I See in his iris there is much going on health-wise that I don’t know about or what to do–except keep loving him so much.
Now I am not going to make any assumptions I have seen people seem to get all well then suddenly leave.

I hold him when he is awake and stop what I am doing when he comes to me. Message there for all of us.

what I Know is…today, right now he seems to be doing great. And I still have his energy feed him set up. So now he is lying on all the energy and going to sleep.
Normal behavior. He is 20 years old.

Thank you for your love, Light and prayers. Please keep them coming. I feel better too. I had a really hard week and my body showed it. And I felt very held in Love and Light.

I love you. Thank you for caring. thank you for making the extra effort for us.

Power of the Spirit – part 1

One of the most impactful experiences of my life came in the care-taking of my mother during the last ten months of her life. In addition to the devastating physical deterioration caused by cancer, my mom’s mental functioning was like that of a two-year old. She was unable to do anything for herself. She thought I was her mother. She clung to me and was uncomfortable when I was out of her sight.
When my mom had the mini-stroke that took away her ability to live on her own, I was just completing a three-year struggle to rebuild my own life following a brain injury. There I was, 49 years old, just ready to take on living my own life again for the first time when I became my mother’s parent around-the-clock.
I felt cheated and very angry. I resented having to put my life on hold yet again–indefinitely. (I did not know she had cancer at the time. To me, this was the ultimate unwilling sacrifice that could last many years.)
I threw a major pity party for myself. I made the situation all about me and how my mom’s illness affected me. No matter how I looked at the situation, all I saw were unfair circumstances coupled with cruel timing.
I received a priceless gift when I heard someone say, “It is never about you. It is always about the other person.” While the words came from a salesman teaching how to make sales, the message instantly changed my world.
I thought about what it must be like for my mom, this amazing woman who had run all three of her boss’ businesses and single-handedly raise my brother and me at a time when women did not work outside the home. In that moment, and for the rest of her life, I felt only love, honor, respect, and never-ending gratitude.

Oreo Acting Almost Normal

I woke up to the lovely sound of Oreo chomping on his dry cat food. He didn’t have the energy to do that for days now. He barely had the energy to eat the canned moist food. How about that?
But then he was unable to jump from the chair to the bed as he did even last night. I felt sad again.
Ah, but when I gave him canned food he gave me his sign asking for more and I gave him more and he ate more.Then he came into my room and jumped up on the bed.
He is walking around pretty normally now so his strength seems to be returning. Now he is grooming himself–hasn’t done that since Sunday.
The only thing Oreo is not doing is talking to me. He is usually talkative despite being deaf.
I am not jumping to any conclusions. I know lots of you are sending endless love, Light and prayers for both of us. Words cannot tell you how much I appreciate your love.
I set Oreo up wth all the energy products in my house so he spends the day sleeping (mostly) right next to me as I work. I do watch him all day long to see that he is still breathing.
(Any other moms out there who spent every night waking up to see if their infants were still breathing? Did the same thing when my mom was transitioning and lived with us. I didn’t sleep all those months. I was so afraid she would need me during the night or she might fall down the stairs in the dark. Do all Moms do that even for their parents?
Oreo really is acting normal. Tell you what, I think I cried so much on Monday there is nothing left inside. Felt like making up for a lifetime of not being able to cry.Thanks for all your love that allowed me to release all those stuffed up feelings. My own well being needed that release.

I will continue to love my little boy. How old is a 20 year old cat in cat years? I keep telling Oreo he has the choice to stay or leave and I implore him not hang around for my sake.

Anyone know a good animal whisperer? I worked with a few. Some are great but many aren’t. I sure would like to know what Oreo needs and wants.

Thank you for loving us and caring enough to spend time and effort sending love, Light, energy and prayers. This whole episode is like re-living caring for my Mom. It brought us so close and I learned so much about life, living, the Soul and immortality.

Gee, my posts about that got lost when I switched hosting companies. I need to re-write it so those of you caring for parents can gain some insight from my growth experience.

I love you. Thanks for caring enough to read this. Leave a comment so I know you were here. I stopped mind reading many years ago. 🙂

Oreo at bed time Tuesday

Today Oreo ate some food. I gave him small amounts and he asked for more. I don’t know what that means. I am loving him, golding him whenever he is awake. Well, not exactly holding him. That is not his thing. I am by him, on the floor where he is lying on all kinds of energy technologies.
Get this, I ordered a box of 100 Sacred G Fusion posters for a group to which I belong. the timing caused me to not get them until today. If the order had gone in earlier then I would have distributed them last Friday.
As it is, the Universe knew we would need them for Oreo and I get to keep them here until March 5.
He is peaceful today HE doesn’t look all pained as he did yesterday. But then cats to not let on when they hurt–which was part of the terror I felt when he screamed on Sunday.
Thank you for sending love, Light and prayers our way. I didn’t realize how much all the emotions had drained me until last night. I actually slept. Sleeping with a sick family member in the house – not something I ever did before.
All that matters in the world is love.