Sunday, February 25, 2018

Playing With Angels


Last week I lost my Boo to Addison's disease. . ..It broke my heart, even though he lived many, many more years with the disease than any other animal of the Pfizer Research program. . .We prepared ourselves for 'the call'. . .'just not today, Lord'. . .But the day did come. . .and typical of Boo, he did it his way. . .He simply went to sleep and decided not to return from the peace he must have found. . .

My constant feline friend and companion, Boo was velcro to me from the time I brought him home from the shelter. I knew he was special the first moment I saw him. I knew he was destined for great things. . .He wasn't here more than six weeks when he stopped a potential house fire by hounding John until John followed him to the fireplace where a burning log had rolled out on the floor. . .It was just one of the many so-called miracles that happened with Boo around. . .And. . .it wasn't long until we saw him play with something unseen--but very real to Boo. . I admit that the first time we observed Boo playing with 'the air' we were a little taken back. He was obviously focusing on something the human eye could not see. After a short time, he'd begin to run and jump into the air, talking to his visions at the same time. This could go on for a while and became our entertainment. . .'Go get em, Boo!' John would encourage. . .but Boo was oblivious to anything but the ones who were engaging him to play. . ..Finally, one day John and I looked at each other and agreed to a thought we both had had all along. . .'Looks like Boo is playing with Angels' . .There was no other explanation. . .


There was something special about Boo that touched many people's hearts--actually anyone who knew him. . .Everyone had an endearing story to tell. . .bringing smiles as they told it. . . He had a way of staying happy and giving kisses no matter how bad he felt. . .And, everyone knew about his kisses. . .BOO KISSES. . . It would be hard living without them.

As I thought about this the first night without him, I was standing in the bathroom and out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw the throw rug fluff up a little. . .on it's own. . .Did I?. . No. . .It couldn't be. . .Could it? . .I finally passed it off as my eyes being tired and swollen from the tears earlier. . .But, the next day, there was no denying it. . .Something 'strange was going on. . .

It was a normal, busy morning. . .I was doing office work and taxes at the kitchen table. . .while it rained tons outside the window. . .a dull, depressing day. . .Even with paperwork, I thought of my Boo. . .I have a habit of throwing discarded paper, junk mail, and opened envelops on the floor beside me. . .One of Boo's favorite pastimes was to find strips of paper and wadded balls to scatter all over the house. . .

 

I was smiling to myself as I walked into the bathroom, thinking about those wads of paper I'd find in the oddest places, deciding I should clear out Boo's food and bowls while I had the courage. . .The minute I walked into the room, I stopped in my tracks. . .There on the floor was that same throw rug but this time it was rippled up as only Boo could do it . .He would run and slide into the rug with his front legs under the rug, causing the rippling effect. . .That's exactly how the rug now laid. . .No one had been in that room since early morning and the rug definitely wasn't in such a state as I now found it. . .

'Boo?". . .'Is that you?' 
Whether it was real or my imagination, I felt a BOO KISS firmly planted on my face. . .
I kid you not. . .

.'Love you, too, Boo.'
tears again. . .


We brought Boo home the day after that call. . .His final resting place is at our Little Chapel in the Field. . .That day. . .and days since. . .I couldn't help but think how we each have our place in time. . .and if we do our best to fulfill our purpose. . .we can change others lives for the better. . .I truly believe this. . .and I believe it's not only humans who come to this earth for a reason. . .It was obvious Boo had a special one. . .He contributed tremendously in the research for Addison's. . .Because of him, humans and animals have benefited and are living longer lives with the disease. . .There is hope, where before the disease always won much quicker than it does now. . .He also enriched John's and my life, just knowing him. . .In fact, I've learned a lot about life from Boo. . .including how to continue on each day and be happy no matter how bad things might be. . .I've learned the need of us all to make a connection with someone special. . .and how important it is to give those so dear all the kisses they can handle. . .I've learned that every living thing leaves a legacy. . .Whether it's good or bad is up to each one. . .And most of all, I've learned that life can be so full of joy if we'll remember to play with Angels every now and then. . .
  
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 'JOB WELL DONE, BOO.' 
No more sickness. . .No more needles. . .No more midnight runs to the vet. . .

He's PLAYING WITH THE ANGELS. . .now. . .and forever. . .

That is. . .when he's not fluffing the bathroom rug. . .or planting secret kisses. . .

 

In Memory of  My
Boo
25 September 2006-18 February 2018

 

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