In Honor Of Gizmo
Namaste Gizmo!
Do I say goodbye or do I say hello, perhaps both?
Goodbye my friend and angel-in-fur, I shall miss your physical presence in oh so many ways! Yet Truth guides me with a smile, So I may say “Hello my friend, I feel you inside me, For what you are hasn’t gone anywhere.” You now dance in the boundless Light, Purring your purrs of unconditional love, Enjoying the blissful freedom you so deserve! Run and fly my girl, Run and fly like you’ve never done before! Bask in the Light And enjoy the beauty of an unimprisoned Life! You’re no longer confined to an aging body Or within the walls of a small house on Earth. I am so happy for you! My mind swirls in the happiest of memories And in supreme gratitude for what you brought and taught me! You taught and gave me so much in our years together, Teaching me more about love than I could teach myself. And today you are free, free as the wind. Releasing you to Life was both my greatest joy and greatest sorrow, And yet my joy for you outshines my sorrow like the sun outshines the moon. You taught me to Be Here Now, To live in the Present Moment, And I’m SO thankful for that, For it has special meaning at the moment; And now, in your passing, You teach me your most important lesson of all: There is no boundary between us, No place where I end and you begin. We’re married, Married in an unbreakable oneness for eternity, For such is the nature of the Love. I stream tears of happiness for your freedom And the love you brought me And shared relentlessly for all these years. Run my girl, for my heart runs with you, Fly my girl, for my mind flies with you. Let’s take a flying run together into the infinite sky Disappearing into the eternal Love that binds us forever and ever. I love you my friend, completely, freely. We shall meet again, And when we do, It will be Now, this Now, The Eternal Present where we are inseparable. Fly my girl, Fly in your new found freedom. My heart and mind fly with you beautiful one! Fly, baby, fly! Namaste Gizmo! |
Five Months Later—Do It All Over AgainI write this, assuming you read what I posted on Sapphire's page five months previously. Although the poem to the left is a verbatim copy of what I wrote after releasing Sapphire, this column is slightly different. And the pictures on this page will, of course, be those from Gizmo's earthly life. If you love cats, do you ever tire of looking at pics of kittens and cats?
After releasing Gizmo, I didn't feel inclined to write a different poem from the one I wrote regarding Sapphire. I thought about it. I even tried—but my feelings weren't any different in any way. It didn't surprise me because there was no difference in the way I felt about my two feline daughters. I didn't have a favorite; they were equally my favorite. But, if someday I'm inspired to write something different, I'll replace Gizmo's poem with a new one. But I don't feel any need to do that, and unless and until that arises in me, I'm perfectly fine repeating the words that describe the inner feeling that really can't be captured by human language. As I did with Sapphire, I gave Gizmo her final massage before going to the vet. It was the same combination of being both beautiful and heart-wrenching at the same time. And I followed the same "ritual" in the vets office with Gizmo's euthanasia as I did with Sapphire's, so I won't repeat that description here. If you haven't read Sapphire's page, you might jump over there, read that column, and then come back. As difficult as it was to release Sapphire back in June, Gizmo was still in my life, and my remaining roommate—but only for another five months. So I still had one of my angels-in-fur left to love on for awhile. And that's the one and only difference I felt between releasing Sapphire and Gizmo: when I released Gizmo five months after releasing Sapphire, I came home to an empty house. There was no angel-in-fur to hold, to brush, to pet, to cuddle with. There was just me and an empty house. And I admit, it hurt, it hurt to not have an angel-in-fur to come home to this time. And it's that emptiness, the void I felt at times, that is the only difference between these two heart-full experiences. But I recognize just how much my girls meant to me during the last 14 years. Gizmo, you really earned that title, that name. It turned out to be the perfect name for your personality. You had your own way of drawing out the depths of my love I didn't know were inside me. And Gizmo, it was your eyes that I looked into when I needed saving at the scariest moment in my life. It was your eyes, and the love and innocence I saw in them, that rescued me, that prevented me from doing what would have been the stupidest thing I could ever have done: commit suicide. That moment will always be a hallmark moment in this lifetime. And it was you, Gizmo, that, for whatever reason, who was supposed to be the loving angel that was sent to rescue a desperate man in a desperate moment. It's interesting how life works. I adopted Sapphire and Gizmo off of a farm in mid-Ohio. And the day after I brought them home, a raccoon got into the garage on that farm and killed the yet unadopted kittens of that litter. Yep; I had showed up just in time to save their lives. And six years later, they returned that favor, saving my life! The details of that story are in the 2005 video Put Down The Sword on the About page. I always refer to looking into Gizmo's eyes as being the moment that changed my life. But I could just have easily looked into Sapphire's eyes and had the same experience. Thank you Gizmo, for being there for those 14 years! Now we have eternity to enjoy each other's presence. Namaste. |
An hour before taking Gizmo to the vet, I gave Gizmo something she liked the most, what would be her final massage.
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Memory Lane: 14 Years of Non-Stop, Fur-Coated Blessings
I always humored dad when he did his "This Little Piggy" routine.
Watching dad have a panic attack from a safe place and distance.
"Honoring your pet is love in action."
Cut me a break! This is only my seventh week in gravity!
That's a what!? A dog!?
Yes, I'm praying. Can we talk later?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, whose the cutest kitty of all?
"Pets are sentient beings; they have thoughts and feelings just like you. Treat them that way."
Pledging allegiance to the United Felines of Earth.
How I earned the name Gizmo.
I wonder if being blinded is permanent.
I confess. When it comes to boxes, I'm like Sapphire: addicted.
"Pets are a combination of angels-in-fur and four-pawed Zen masters. Learn everything you can from these great teachers."
This makes human beings go, "Awwwww."
My friend loved to play, I think.
Do people still believe in guard dogs?
Dad and I sharing the love before leaving for the vets!
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Dad said my eyes alone could capture the male feline of my choice.
This is me helping dad co-write our book Karma Kitty.
"Pets serve a divine purpose. Never forget that. Take time to honor them each and every day."
Early morning Zen practice,
followed by... The "Sunrise" meditation!
"Every moment spent honoring your pet is a step toward your mutual enlightenment."
A training session on getting dad to say, "Awwww."
That's it. We're done. No more pictures!
LMAO with dad.
And the point of your story is...?
Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
I think yodeling is in my DNA. Yodel-ay-hee-hoo!
Sir? Sir? Where do you think you're going?
"Have you hugged your pet today?
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