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Gratitude

Blog: #6 of 20 by Patricia Trudeau

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June 3rd, 2013 - 12:18 PM

Gratitude
I am back from Italy ; I am home. It is May and spring has burst forth. I am busy tilling the soils in many ways. Literally, in my gardens but also tending to my family. There has been weeks between blogs. I wrote about my Italy trip. Through each impression I sensed something higher than me. Recently, I have had a lot of thought going into what gratitude is and if I have enough gratitude towards the enormous treasures I am surrounded with.

On a recent “got to do this and that” errand drive I noticed something that pulled at me, astounded me really. I was on the way to pick up my granddaughter. One of God’s creatures, a frail tiny cat was on the side of the road, barely moving. She was in a bus lot on a dirty and dusty street. Without giving it a thought I stopped my car and assessed the situation. I thought the little fur bundle was a kitten at first because she was so small. She came right up to my feet and cried a pathetic soundless weak meow. I swooped her up. It was like she was hollow with air. She barely weighted anything thing. Her bones protruded from her hips and rump and ribs. She had a wound on her face. I held her and I let her nuzzle. She was grateful. She actually purred.
I visited with my baby granddaughter a bit after I put this sad creature into my car. With windows open a little the cat hung out on my dash board. I thought about this small fur creature. First thought was that I had to help her. Then when she was in the car and I was on my way back, I had my left brain…logical brain side dominate. And I brought flea drops and good food and water. She gobbled up everything fiercely. She was still in the car. I was on my way back home to place lost and found ads and get this kitty checked out and then, as I was driving she climbed into my lap. I knew she was in bad shape.
Suddenly I was overwhelmed with sorrow and… even anger. How can people treat God’s creatures like this? I felt nauseous. It was the weekend. I placed the advertisement in lost and found. I fed her a lot. I named her Madeline Joy. I washed her and took care of her wounds. That Monday I brought her to my veterinarian where the vet scanned Madeline Joy for a ID chip . Nothing. The vet gave Madeline a shot of antibiotic and had blood taken and was weighed. She was emancipated and only weight 4.5 pound. The vet said she was about 13 and barely had any teeth left. She did not have Feline leukemia but she did have hypothyroidism. As well, she was riddled with bb gun wounds. They were old and enmeshed already permanently under her skin. Abusing such a creature. I cried. The wound on her face oozed. I put homeopathic ointment on it.

Madeline Joy was an example of gratitude even thought she was emancipated from neglect and abused in God knows so many other ways. My son’s fiancé’s 6 year old son came with me to vet. He had never been to a veterinarian’s office before. I said it is like a doctor’s office for animals (he had a healthy cat at home). I found myself talking about gratitude to this smart little boy. Being thrown away was a foreign concept to him. As I cared for my grandson to be, I kept talking about gratitude and told him about the homeless in people in Italy that live in the streets. It was a lesson. This little dying cat taught a lesson about gratitude and I was able to express to my grandson-to- be about this. I remember feeling tired when I was on the trip to Italy. And tired because I walked so much and the noise and not sleeping …because of the noise. I remember the small tight web, selfish inside, I was inside of the self. Some people do not have even these basic human needs of food, cleanliness, sleep. I complained about the tiny shower. I suddenly feel so ashamed of that as I held this little kitty. This little kitty reminded me of the abundance of all, reminded me I had choices. Little old Madeline Joy kitty reminded me to embrace life and our daily comforts. Little Madeline Joy is in rainbow bridge pouncing happily under green grasses freely now, feeling love and eating to her hearts content.

Thank you Madeline.

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