A Cold Wind Through The Heart
Today I buried my favorite pet. Tia, my oldest cat, the mother of all the rest, was found dead along the demon highway.
It's a very sad day, yet I am heartened by the warmth and feeling I received while conducting the funeral.
It was a shamanic thing, with all four elements invoked and dancing and music.
I can only hope that somehow the spirit of Tia will find solace in our love for her, and peaceful rest within Mother Earth's embrace. She was buried in a deep pit in red clay, and carefully covered in what I hope is a dog-proof grave. I put heavy bricks over Tia (in a shroud) then plenty of dirt leaves and clay, then a wreath of brambles, then more dirt, then a section of heavy wire screen, then more dirt, and then a pyre was built on top of it all.
Meanwhile, the dog was kept chained up out of sight of the proceedings. Tomorrow, I will move the heavy water fountain on top of the grave to make digging there as difficult as possible. All of this is necessary when you own a wolf-dog, as digging (and caching food) is second nature to them.
Remember Tia, the best and most beloved cat I've ever known,
born March 2004, died November 2006.
