I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through. ~ Jules Verne ~
“I remember one bobcat they had in here – now bobcats are an endangered species in this neck of the woods – they’d caught it somewhere and they must have put that cat through a dozen rounds of burn experiments before they finally determined that it was utterly useless to them. Like an empty beer can. And then you know what they did to it? Claudius was late for a lunch date so rather than put the destroyed but still breathing animal to sleep, he picked it up by its hind legs and simply smashed its head against a wall repeatedly until it was dead. How can I forget it: I was the one told to clean up the mess. The head dented in. The eyes slowly closing. The once proud claws hanging down, stunned and lifeless, the utter senselessness of it all, and the hate, a hatred that was consummated in me which is as dangerous a hormone, or chemical, or portion of the brain, as any neutron bomb. Except that I didn’t know how to explode. I was like a computer without a keyboard, a bird without wings. Roaring inside. I wanted to kill that man. To do unto others what they had done unto me. I was that bobcat, you better believe it.”
― Michael Tobias, Rage and Reason
Mighty Quinn
For in the snow was found
eating birdseed to survive
majestically he sat
through darkness he arrived
Frightened that he was
with gentle words I spoke
He wouldn’t let me near
to give a gentle stroke
For three cold lonely nights
I watched for him each day
I noticed how he hobbled
injured and afraid
I finally coaxed him near
with food for him each day
his eyes he locked on mine
a pleading you might say
My eyes they filled with tears
for his hunger and his pain
I know he knew my heart
he rolled for me to play
I took him in my home
and dubbed him mighty Quinn
he follows me and hobbles
like little tiny Tim
His warmth and love apparent
I brush his thick soft coat
He rolls upon his back
His belly he loves stroked
I hold him in my arms
ever close unto my heart
his little motor runs
We’ll never be apart
He was sent to me
from one I lost afore
many tears were shed
for Ari my amore
I know he spoke to him
for here he would be safe
for here he would find love
He’s in a better place
So at frosted window stand
I hold him in my arms
and point up to the hill
where Ari had me charmed
Tears well up in my eyes
mankind they are so cruel
to take our tiny creatures
and shatter these sweet jewels
But now within my lair
he’ll ever be so safe
Much love I have to give
to my sweet little waif
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
February 23, 2013
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I love your poems Carol and of course cats have souls how could creatures so innocent and pure not have them?
Of course they do, if they didn’t have a soul how could they have feelings? 🙂 they would be androids…
Thank you for your appreciation of my poems Rose
Love and Light
Carol
Thank you Cal, Rudolph and Ruth…
They do have souls Ruth, don’t let anyone say otherwise 🙂 You must have an open mind. But always remember a healthy bit of skepticism is good too. If you don’t have that then you are easily fooled. But you must believe they do have souls as they do 🙂
I am going to put a few lines of dialog here between Sylvia Browne (famous psychic) and interviewer about animals…
A: I know how important pets/animals are to you, how does this book follow the first two you wrote about pets?
S: The other two were more childrens’ books. This one was more in-depth with interviews and my own philosophy and what I know psychically and how I’ve gotten in contact with pets on the other side so this is really a bigger anthology than that.
And, I just got sick and tired of hearing priests and ministers say that animals don’t have souls and that just fired me up. So I thought, I’ll take care of that, I’m gonna write a book about that once and for all.
A: As an animal lover, it’s hard for me to think there are people who don’t believe animals have souls.
S: They teach us unconditional love and loyalty and all those other things that we as humans have to learn which [they} command normally.
A: I had several questions submitted to me from people who are hoping you can provide them with an answer or reassurance.
You say everyone eventually crosses over. How do we ‘share’ pets if our pets have had more than one owner in their life?
S: It’s not the way you perceive it to be. Everybody loves everybody over there, all of our animals love us and are with us.
We have seven dogs and some are closer to me and some are closer to my husband but we love all of them.
A: If you say we are reincarnated, why can’t we come back as an animal?
S: We don’t transmigrate, no, there is nothing to learn from that. Animals don’t have lessons to learn. They’re here to be companions to us. We’re the ones who have to learn how not be jealous and averse and greedy and all those other things – animals don’t have that. Why would they have to come back?
A: If our pet is ill and we have to make the decision to put him/her to sleep, how can we know we are doing the right thing?
S: Oh no, the animal understands that. I sometimes think we’re kinder to animals than we are to people (in such cases). Of course they understand, you never wish them to suffer, it’s always the right thing.
A: Can our pets come back to reassure us that they’re ok and if so how?
S: Absolutely, I’ve had many friends, people, share stories of how their pets came back to check on them, even hearing the sound of paws down the hall.
A: I was asked why animals are so much more pure and seemingly on a different or higher level than humans.
S: Animals are completely unconditional. We, as humans, well it takes an awful long time to learn that. We can learn an awful lot from animals because they don’t care if you’re sick or well or how you look, they just love you anyway.
It’s not a matter of levels of importance. Animals are pure companions to man and woman. Angels ‘are’ because they ‘are’. Animals ‘are’ because they ‘are’ and humans ‘are’ because they ‘are’ – we’re just different levels of creation.
P.S. Sometimes my Ari comes to visit me, he knows how much I love him and in the wee hours of the morning I see him sitting on the hearth briefly 🙂
Thanks Carol, lots of food for thought there which I will get back to when I’m feeling better, had a bad migraine last night so not taking much in right now x
Hope you get well soon Ruth.
Thanks MIchael, I’m much better, just feeling a bit delicate and sensitive to light now.
Such a lovely deep poem Carol, you have me in tears once again.
What a beautiful cat and just look at those eyes, how can anyone say animals don’t have souls!
Excellent.
This has quieted my heart, because it is too full to speak.
Michael thank you for the beautiful job you do on laying out our posts. You do a marvelous job!
Love and Light
Carol