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Through the Window Gently

Thank you, WL, from Peepers!

I got kind of sick, really fast. I know how you love and cared for us out here, WL! Boots came down from the Bridge and said that I should just keep showing up and you would do something. You noticed how I just wanted to drink and didn't eat. You saw how sick I was. And, you took care of me, just like I knew you would. I didn't protest when you put that crate over me and put me in the trap. I fought the medicine at the vet's office. I was a warrior...we don't go down easily. But, I let the shot take it's hold so they could see what was wrong. I heard your voices, I heard the sadness in your voice. I knew it was the end. I came to you, WL, cause I knew I would have a chance if there was one. I knew you would do what you could. I felt you hold my paw tightly and felt the kiss on my head. I felt your tears as my life drifted away...you told me you loved me...and I knew it was true. I felt love. You had fed me through these few years. I remembered seeing the relief on your face when I showed up after a few days. As you held my paw, I knew love...and knew that I would always be with you...a part of you...just as Boots before me. He led me back as sick as I was and told me to trust. I'm so glad that I did, WL. I will love you forever. I trust and believe in the whisper that I last heard in my ear....Peepers....I love you and will see you again. Thank you for being there and holding my paw. I'm sorry that was the first and last time we touched. We will meet again. And, between then and now, I will be with you always.

Today I went to the Bridge!

Hi there...Boots here. I took my journey to the Bridge today. I sure didn't see that car coming. I was just about to the WL's house. Something spooked me and I ran under a car. I knew it's so near the street, I don't know why I ventured into it. The next thing I knew, it was quiet. And, I felt very light. Suddenly, several cats I didn't know held me softly. My head hurt for a moment, then it stopped. I told the angels to get the WindowLady, she would help me. They smiled and told me it was too late. But, that they would get her. I watched from above as she picked up my body gently. She just walked right out there into the street. She carried me to the grass by her door. She was so gentle as she turned me over, my blood covered her hand. She saw that I was no longer in my earthly shell. She started to get all leaky. Boy, I don't think I expected that. Someone to cry over me on my last day here. But, I guess it doesn't surprise me. I felt love through the years from her. She kept me well fed. Through the cold winters and hot summers, I could count on her. And, now, that I float further up, my shell is wrapped in softness and I await my final journey. Wow...I'm going to be busy watching over Charlie and Peepers. Charlie's not going to know what to do without me around. The kid kind of hung around me now and then.

This reminded me of the WindowLady

I came across this poem and I think it puts what me and the WindowLady have into words.

THOUGHTS OF A FERAL
(Annette Easdon)

* Dedicated by the author to all the kind and caring people who give the lonely ferals a little care, a little love, and a little hope.

I sit beneath the bushes as she fills my dish each day,
I only venture out to eat when she has gone away,
I know it will upset her when I turn away and hide,
As every day she tries her best to get me by her side.
I wish that I could let her know that I don't want to run,
And hope that she will understand it's nothing that SHE's done.
I'd like to have her stroke me and pat my weary head,
But fear will overcome and I'll run and hide instead.
For all the kindly people who feed the strays each day,
I pray the Lord will care for them as they have cared for me.