Saturday, July 1, 2017
The Magnificence of Creaturehood
How you taught me that, over and over.
The way you hid when we first brought you home, then were seduced slowly, treat after treat, finally into my arms. The way you would glare at me when I offended you. The way you rewarded me with the fur of your back under my nose and the swish of your long, thick, lush tail over my eyes when you were pleased with me.
The way you'd mount the 6 foot wooden fence like it was a speed bump, pause up there on an impossibly narrow edge gripped in your big paws as you surveyed your domain of fields and woods, your territory. The way you would slip gracefully down and then stalk through the tall grass, the muscles in your shoulders rolling under your glorious black and silver coat as you set out for adventures.
The way you would join me in the garden and lie a few feet away, available if I needed you and always reviewing the action.
The way you would climb heavily onto my chest in the middle of the night, your whiskers pressed to my face as your purr thundered, and make biscuits with your huge claws digging into my flesh; you were so beautiful that I tolerated it as long as I could, wincing and finally rolling you gently off, which sometimes got me bitten.
How you could BITE, leaving the puncture wounds rimmed with bruises.
And how you could love.
And how you maintained your pride and magnificence to the last moment, bearing your agonized breathing as casually as if it were some new fashion accessory. The way you refused to get in the carrier one last time. Even while gasping for every breath, you could fight.
There was so MUCH of you.
You leave a gaping sinkhole for us.
We'll try to bear it with the pride, the pride of your creaturehood.