I truly and wholeheartedly believe that animals are very much like humans when it comes to their personalities and emotions. And they DO have souls. Now, I understand some of you out there are already disagreeing with me. And that’s ok. But see if you disagree with me after you’ve read my whole story.
Anybody who knows me knows I adore cats. I myself have three and to be honest, I love them as they are my children. Some years ago, my family had this cat we named Fielding. She was an incredibly sweet and loving kitty who just adored attention. She’d sit on my lap for as long as I wanted which meant I could listen to her purr for hours. She’d curl up in bed with me and even greet me at the door every time I came home. I always thought she was a great pet, but I didn’t know she was extraordinary…until one day when I came home with the flu.
It was the middle of the day and I just had to go home. I felt feverish, achy, exhausted, and just all-around icky. When I got home, I jumped straight into bed and pulled the covers up to my ears. I started shivering uncontrollably and I realized I had the chills. I flipped on my trusty electric blanket and turned the dial to it’s highest setting which helped, but didn’t cure me of my chills.
Just then, Fielding came into the room, probably to see why I didn’t greet her at the door. She jumped up on the bed and gave my face a little sniff. Seemed like she could tell something wasn’t right with me. All I could think was, here’s this warm little fuzzy creature waiting to cuddle with me. “I know!” I thought…“I’ll put her on my neck!” She just laid there across my neck like a live stole, warming me to my heart’s delight. And she stayed there until I finally warmed up. Once she realized she had fulfilled her duty to look after me, she left the room to let me sleep off my illness.
So when she was dying of bone cancer, I had the chance to say my goodbyes. I found her hiding away from the world in the corner by the grandfather clock. My parents told me she’d been sitting there for about 2 weeks now, unable to do anything. Her paws were crusted with litter and her fur was noticeably unclean—the cancer in her cheekbone had swelled her face to the point where she was in great pain and couldn’t clean herself. She’d lost half her body weight and was a shell of her former self. I spent about 45 minutes trying to pick out the litter crumbs from her paws and petting her as gently as I could. Several times, I kissed her softly on the head and whispered in her ear, “I’m so sorry you’re sick. I’m really going to miss you and I want to thank you for taking care of me when I was sick. I love you so much.” I could hear her purring and knew she understood what I was saying.
When I told my parents that she purred, they were shocked. They said she hadn’t purred for them in a month! It was then I knew Fielding understood how much I loved her and it was her way of saying “I love you” back. She was our first pet and she’ll always be the most special. I think about her every day, even though it’s been a few years since she passed away.
I think if you’re looking for a little inspiration, it can come from unexpected sources like your pet. They can teach us to be a little kinder, a little more giving, and a little more loving. Maybe that’s all we need to make a difference in someone else’s life.
The DIFF Team urges you to make a difference by saving an animal’s life—adopt a pet at your local Humane Society shelter. Who knows? You could find YOUR Fielding!