Noki's urn
(If I'm quiet on here, it's because It's exhausting to keep crossposting everything to multiple places, but since this is important, I'll copypaste this thing from last night from Tumblr and FB onto here. I'm in a far worse mood this morning from having to try and convince healthy people of my actually being bloody disabled, so this spiritual mode I was in last night was a rare exception to my current depression/frustrated anger at everything. But here you have it.)
Noki’s ashes arrived today.
There she is, an entire life in such a tiny little jar… such a beautiful, big, long-lived cat full of so much love and care and affection, such a long life in such a tiny little urn. A black smoke cat, all heart, her soul a little flame of pure love… in a black urn in a shape not unlike a heart, with a cup for a tealight on top. I thought it most apt; no other urn the animal crematorium had quite did her justice. I had not expected it to be so tiny, but there you have it-it did fit neatly upon my altar after all. So here she is, tonight, surrounded by all the forms of the Divine dearest to my heart, honoured for the amazing, amazing life she shared with me. I read the full 108-bead bone rosary for her with the Kali mantra Amma gave me (it’s about letting go) and wept and sobbed hysterically on every bead, but it was a release of pain and in the end, each sobbed mantra carried a beautiful memory of Noki, and each one of my tears and my words and my beads was a “thank you, thank you, thank you,” a wild rain of gratitude for this beautiful, wonderful creature that I was blessed to have in my life for twelve beautiful years.
Thank you, my beautiful, wonderful friend; thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Noki’s ashes arrived today.
There she is, an entire life in such a tiny little jar… such a beautiful, big, long-lived cat full of so much love and care and affection, such a long life in such a tiny little urn. A black smoke cat, all heart, her soul a little flame of pure love… in a black urn in a shape not unlike a heart, with a cup for a tealight on top. I thought it most apt; no other urn the animal crematorium had quite did her justice. I had not expected it to be so tiny, but there you have it-it did fit neatly upon my altar after all. So here she is, tonight, surrounded by all the forms of the Divine dearest to my heart, honoured for the amazing, amazing life she shared with me. I read the full 108-bead bone rosary for her with the Kali mantra Amma gave me (it’s about letting go) and wept and sobbed hysterically on every bead, but it was a release of pain and in the end, each sobbed mantra carried a beautiful memory of Noki, and each one of my tears and my words and my beads was a “thank you, thank you, thank you,” a wild rain of gratitude for this beautiful, wonderful creature that I was blessed to have in my life for twelve beautiful years.
Thank you, my beautiful, wonderful friend; thank you. Thank you. Thank you.