The question had been asked for over a year, sweetly, tentatively.
I had answered firmly, logically, “No, I only rent a room. This is your home.
It is a question of boundaries.”
Then the world shifted and you asked again,
from the darkest corner of my towel closet hiding from the dreaded Christmas dog, “Sanctuary?”
I felt my heart crust crack and I scooped you up and into safety.
I had been so resistant, but you knew the truth from the very beginning.
You were my cat and I was your person: not ownership, loving choice.
How could you not have been my cat when you had 2 perfect triangles on your nose?
My geometry cat, so in resonance with my life of chosen solitude, bringing in the Symbala messages.
We came together in maturity and took care of each other for another 5 years.
Then you knew big change was coming and made a choice to leave, peacefully in my arms.
We are companions still in other dimensional fields of play
until the time is good for you to manifest a physical choice again.
Choose me? I will remember next time.
Dedicated with love to my friend, Trixie
Lahrinda
In Memoriam, April 16, 2007 - Not for Sale