16/09/2021
My witches companion decided she had finally had enough of her flesh body and has gone to cause havoc with the other souls π
She truly tested her 9 lives theory right from the start, the tiniest kitten survived major leg surgery, unplanned adventures in oil, she saw off many a large dog while out walking with us on the moors. She stood guard over me whilst I birthed my son in the living room, and was the unpopular matriarch to the other cats.
In her maiden stage she was the biggest tart! Any men who visited she was all over, until she stepped firmly into crone, she decided all men were pointless, tolerated a chosen few, seemed to enjoy freaking people out by silent meowing whilst giving you a weird misty eyed stare, proper horror film stuff!
Titch your body turned you to a stinky bumhead by the end, although if I could give you one more bath, and wipe your crusty face for you one more time I would happily do so ππββ¬ Cos no matter how crusty and grumpy you became, I still love you.
I know that you are in a better place now, that poor body of yours had really had enough, enjoy chasing rabbits and climbing trees like a total lunatic again.
But today I am sad. My flesh and bones body feels the loss, yet I get great comfort knowing and feeling that pure energy where we all connect you are still with us.
I share this not for sympathy, really, don't be nice to me today, you will just set me off crying again, but to honour my own feelings, I don't do vulnerability very well, yet I am leaning to step into all the feelings, honouring myself, and my lovely companion for the last 19 years π€πββ¬