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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4 comments:

  1. I am soooo sorry for your loss--but like you said--I don't believe that well loved animals really leave us--one of my cats used to jump up on my bed and sleep beside me or at my feet--for years afterwards--some nights I could still feel him jump up on the bed circle and nestle down to sleep at my feet!!( I have moved states 2 years ago and now haven't felt that--I often wonder now if maybe I should of invited him to jump into one of my suitcases--and yes I know this sounds like I am crazy--but????)
    so I hear you on the rippled rug!!
    hugs, di

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  2. Lovely story. I have 4 cats now. I lost 3 a few years ago - 1 at a time from different illnesses. Still miss them terribly. But none are still here - maybe it's cats adopted since that keep them instead in heaven playing with angels. Vary sorry for your loss of a beloved family member. He was lucky to have you as parents.

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  3. Thank you for sharing your very beautiful story. Pets are truly amazing and I have always called my pets angels because they are sent here to teach and give comfort to all that they are around. I have had similar experiences with pets that have come to visit/stay after they have passed and it is such a great learning experience and comfort for me. One thing is for sure and that is we are never left alone here on earth for one minute, our Father in Heaven has given us so much. If only our eyes could be opened for just one minute. Wow!

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  4. I am so touched by the story of your sweet Boo. I am glad I stumbled upon your blog. What a beautiful legacy from such a beautiful, beautiful boy! I could look at his pictures over and over. Your story is an inspiration and a reminder that we always be grateful for each day with those we love. Wishing you comfort in your loss. Boo, no doubt, visits you and he's waiting for you on the other side. Blessings, friend.

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