Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Healing Power of An Animal Companion
Today, it is sunny out and the temperature should rise steadily through the morning. I am glad for this; the warmth of the sun on my skin is one of the most rejuvenating things in this life.
I am feeling the need for some rejuvenation after those last two, very long, intense-to-write posts so a quick one today.
I could not believe last night when I realized that I had forgotten in my "relationship" section of yesterday's post to include the love of our animal companions. I mean, we know, for sure, that just to pet a cat lowers your blood pressure.
When my depression was at its absolute worst -- its main "crisis" point -- I had just met the cat above, Ernest Hemingway, for whom we had many nicknames but a favorite of mine was Little e.
He was just a kitten and he had the wisdom of an ancient Buddha. He would sit with me for hours, just staring at me, just looking into my eyes.
But the one thing Marcy will never forget was a night when some things had gone horribly wrong, and I finally, finally was just sleeping. Sleeping like the dead, really. Marcy was busying herself in the apartment and she would come in to check on me, but she didn't have to.
For that entire night, Ernie, tiny kitten, Little e, sat on my chest and stared at me. He sat up; he never once fell asleep.
Ernie passed from his fur suit to his sparkle suit about 2 years ago. He was already an angel in my life. He remains so.
(Photo Credit: Christine Reed, Ernie)