Wilson has been in the house a little over 48 hours. It looks like the universe sent me one of those "easy" cats to transition to raw. The trick was that he was willing to eat canned food which suggested he was not averse to textures that are different from crunchy dry food.
Perhaps, too, Duke was mentoring him. His first night here, he took some nibbles of raw and obviously recognized it as food - usually the biggest hurdle. Last night after an 'appetizer' of some stinky fish food, he dove in headfirst to a plate of homemade raw. He did the same this morning.
Which is only to say that sometimes it's much, much less of a struggle to switch a cat from kibble to raw food than we think.
Needless to say, we're very proud of this boy and happy to see that not only has he adapted beautifully to his new surroundings but he has also taken his nutritional rehabilitation in easy stride.
He is one very, very cool cat.
He is 4.5 years old and was living for a short time with an amazing and deeply caring foster family. I met him a few weeks ago by pure happenstance and was instantly charmed and intrigued - despite being strongly committed to not being charmed or intrigued - but I couldn't begin think about another cat given how much of my time and my heart was given over to Nettie. Which is where my time and my heart needed to be.
Wilson was an absolute prince and a gentleman when I drove him the 170 miles back to his new home with us. He's aces, this little guy. His first day has been remarkably easy. He's been gathering olfactory intelligence, playing, head-butting, and generally surveying the scene and offering an awful lot of love. Amazing how these creatures can bounce right into Love after their lives have been upended.
I've gently begun his nutritional re-education. His foster parents kindly gave some of his current food to take home. I set out three options for him: his kibble, a plate of homemade raw, and a plate of good canned food. We're only 8 hours into his arrival, but I will say that after pausing over each option and almost . . . almost taking the kibble, this little guy ate a few nibbles of the home-prepared raw earlier tonight. Then a few bites of kibble.
He's an absolutely great cat. Strong as an ox. A love machine. Incredibly confident. The most efficient basement bug exterminator imaginable. And that smudge of white on his nose is to die for.
We're on our way.
Yesterday, with help from our wonderful vet, we said goodbye to the beautiful form that our Nettie the Wondercat occupied for close to sixteen years. I'll offer some of what I sent to family and friends yesterday:
I wanted to share this news so that you might remember now, especially today, tonight, and in the coming few days, to join in celebrating the Light for her, with her. To ease the movement of her spirit cleanly into wherever it is she goes.
I loved her, and continue to love her, profoundly. And as deeply sad as I am, my number one job here is to remember the Light. To be that light, remember that the light is Love that fuels creation, so that I can play my part in helping this beautiful being relax into that light, trusting it fully.
So? If you would? I'd ask you to do whatever it is which is most appropriate for you that might be part of that. Light a candle. Say a prayer. Or just take a deep breath, close your eyes, and know and see your own light. Know it's joined with hers, and with everyone you've ever loved. And everyone they have ever loved. And on and on. Don't put a limit on it!
I wanted to read this just before the euthanasia, but composure was elusive, and I didn't want the words read through a tentative, broken voice. I wanted the words read with strength, with conviction. My husband, bless him, read this for us all:
Remember the clear light, the pure clear white light from which everything in the universe comes, to which everything in the universe returns; the original nature of your own mind. The natural state of the universe unmanifest. Let go into the clear light, trust it, merge with it. It is your own true nature, it is home.
Godspeed little girl. Godspeed.