My one-eyed cat, Jack, has taken another important step.
Remember how wounded and sick Jack was? How unattractive and miserable? We brought him home and gave him all the love we could. He’d lost his ability to purr. He couldn’t even meow. His whole kitty identity seemed withered and dying.
Then one day, he found his purr again, deep and rich and wild. We were petting him, and we heard the slow chug, like some distant train coming from a far-off country. He’s purring! Then, nearly a year into his recovery, he stood in the kitchen, proud and tall, and let out his first meow. That kitty self was back.
|The One-Eyed Cat Serves|
It gets even better. Yesterday, I walk into my bedroom, and I see the once lonely and wounded kitty in a warm embrace. He’s holding another cat. He’s holding her still and bathing her face and the back of her ears! As I watch this display, I realize that Jack’s journey has reached yet another point of healing.
I snap a picture of him and think of what it means to care for somebody. The once-wounded cat is now serving others.
Living with flair means that we don’t stay wounded. We press on, find ourselves again, and discover where we might serve. Even if you’ve had a loss that changes how you see everything (and limits you), there’s hope towards a journey of healing-turned-ministry. Maybe that’s the best kind. Maybe Jack is particularly good at caring for other cats because he’s come back from the worst.
|The One-Eyed Cat and His Friend|
Maybe I’m particularly good at helping folks live with flair because I lived without it for so long. How could I not offer an embrace, hold you still for a moment, and speak out whatever words might help make today meaningful?
I don't always comment, but I do read your every post. This is wonderfully said.
“We don't stay wounded. We press on, find ourselves again, and discover where we might serve.”
I've been licking my wounds for some time now. Maybe it's the season to find someone else to help heal.
Sweet post. Is the other cat by any chance Snowflake? I'm glad one-eyed Jack is helping others.
Your Jack stories always make me tear up. It's so wonderful to hear about his progress!
Your posts about Jack and how you've loved him back to a full and happy life are particularly moving to me. You have obviously made a big difference to his world. Compassion – what a wonderful gift to Jack AND to your children who are witnessing it in action.