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Rusty is gone and left a heritage about love.
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. Rusty, our cat died this weekend. She was the sweetest yet most verbal cat I’ve ever come across. She was very wise, our little cat. She took life as it presented itself, she showed us how to relax and be peaceful; but above all else she knew a lot about love.
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 Rusty, a balm for wounded hearts. |
That was very clever of her because if you don’t have love, no matter what else there is, it will never be enough.
This makes having a wounded heart a serious matter indeed.
To never feel satisfied, to never feel you have received enough because your wounded heart is not up to dealing with love, is a nasty life sentence in my book.
Isn’t it true that above all else we want love?
Isn’t it love that colors our world, what makes it beautiful, what has us to whistle while we work, what unearths our brilliance, our talents and our beauty?
Isn’t it love that has us live a life WE choose and has us pursue all we possibly can?
I know that when love is not present in my world, life becomes crude and dreary. I have seen it happen and when it does the best I can do is cope and get by. I have to work extremely hard to keep myself from perpetually being grumpy, suspicious, uncaring and bogged down in that situation.
I thought that the way I dealt with love in my life was normal.
I thought that big dreams were not part of normal people’s life. Us normal mortals had to be real and settle for whatever was on offer.
Little did I know that with a strong heart I too could have big dreams that would indeed come true.
Little did I know that without a strong heart and unconditional love there could be no trust either.
If not coming from love which is free to express itself, what could I expect from other people and myself; with no love how could I not be suspicious of their motives?
And when mistakes were made by me or others there was judgment for doing something wrong.
I felt we often kept looking for each other to fall over and when we did we certainly had our non loving thoughts confirmed, about ourselves AND others. We certainly would think; see, they were not to be trusted.
In relationships there was always something to compete about; attention, love, money, things and whose success is more important.
But Rusty accessed a totally trusting and loving world.
Funny that. Rusty didn’t do much, Rusty most of the time just was.
And here is me, rushing around the planet, working my butt off and am I as loved as Rusty was?
I don’t think so. Huum something doesn’t compute here, does it?
Rusty freely expressed the love that she was and when I did something wrong, like not getting her dinner ready on time, she didn’t judge.
She let me know that she didn’t like it and then went on to peacefully relax in the sun. This made me relax about my mistakes as well.
With this attitude I didn’t feel like beating myself up and I certainly didn’t have to send nasty thoughts in her direction for making me feel guilty. Come to think of it, she never ever made me feel bad about myself at all.
She always came to greet me, never did she not approach me because she was not in the mood.
I never felt I had to earn her love, I had it and I kept it, even if I threw her off my bed or complained about her fur being everywhere.
Her heart was strong and with that she accessed our heart and our love as well.
And although she didn’t do much and certainly didn’t rush around the planet, her life was always ‘Love in Action’ and as a result she harvested her love big time.
You should see how I fussed over her dinner so she could have her fresh meat the way she liked it. I often couldn’t believe how she got me to be so accommodating.
However as the right little madam that she was, she certainly got her way because she was being the lovely cat that she was.
And now she is no longer here, I feel the power, all the more of what a healthy loving heart can do.
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Oh Wilma … how sad I am to hear of Rusty’s passing. She was indeed such a sweet & loving cat and yet a bit stroppy too!!
I am sure you will miss her dearly. What a wonderful life she had with you and John, and I am sure her little cat spirit was so pleased to finish her journey in the Garden of Eden. Hugs to you both … Love, Lisa
Thanks Lisa. I am originally a dog lover and always thought that relationships with cats were a lot less involved. That changed when I lived with Rusty of course. Cats do have personalities, they are as you say just a lot more self assertive than dogs but definitely not less loving. We do miss her, we now need an alarm clock!
Wilma, I lost my Chloe cat a few months ago. She was another verbal kitty, a Himalayan with orange points, glamorous, motherly, cuddly, sociable, affectionate. A total sweetheart. I still miss her, but I feel so lucky that I had the joy of having her sweetness in my life as long as I did.
Oh Kathi, I know what you mean, better to have known love than none at all, but it does hurt to miss that sweetness.
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What an inspiring posting Wilma. Thank you.
I didn’t know Rusty was a gal – I always thought she/he was one of the guys. A tomboy cat! Rusty truly had unique meow and a charming, serene and endearing presence of being and receiving love.
Rusty will live forever in this post!
Thanks Wilma.
What a lovely way to say farewell to Rusty by acknowledging her as Love in Action. Gorgeous.
When you wrote ‘Rusty accessed a totally trusting and loving world’ it struck a cord with me. Isn’t that what we’re all looking for? I’ve been thinking lots about my heart and have realized that it too has been weakened by life. Thanks for sharing how I can make it strong. Thanks Rusty, I owe you one!
@Zac. Thank you and although a tomboy she definitely was a daddy’s girl.
@AM. We certainly can learn from Rusty to be ‘love in action’ without going to town with pleasing people behavior.
The weakened heart concept has also taken me by surprise and how it does effect how I think and react. Observing is now the case buddy, observing and noticing that heart of ours.
Hi Wilma, Sorry to hear Rusty has gone. I find loss of loved ones a very heart opening experience.Odd really. Maybe when my heart hurts I can feel it best. Hope your hearts are full of times with Rusty.
@ Lorraine. Thank you, yes Rusty definitely opened hearts.
When it is life as usual we normally don’t take time to obseve much, but when somehow life makes us stop we notice.
It would be good in my opinion to make life stop and notice love without these mishaps. I think things like going to Bali are just as heart opening as experiencing a death
Hi Wilma,
Sorry to hear Rusty has gone but great to read your blog on the whole experience.
I’m a big cat fan myself and I have always wondered about their way of being along with all animals for that matter. If ever we need a lesson in living in the now and peace, they are great teachers. All they ask is that you treat them like a king or queen for 16 or so years hehe. And boy most of us do.
I like how you wrote there about the heart opening when experiencing a death. We also get tastes of it without experiencing death though. A great place to observe is the departure lounge at the airport. To a lesser degree of course but that same feeling. We all mingle and smile, cry, hug etc. Our body language differs and there is usually a subtle tell tail sign in even the hardest of people. Have a watch one day, get present to the love.
The connection between ourselves and loved ones (including animals) is much more present in times of death or long distance separation than we are together. Both hearts connect between loved ones across different continents, we feel it and we know the other feels it too. No other communication is really needed when we trust it. But in the event of a death your heart connects again to somewhere else where the essence of the person or pet now resides. A connection to within us or externally? I don’t know. Probably both. Either way, its still a connection.
Its one of those exciting experiences of being human that science cannot measure yet. And when science does achieve this we will still know that we never needed the answer anyway.
I hope you and John are well.
@Blair. In the book ‘Love without End’ love is been seen as the driving force in life and magnetizes manifestations. Love is still a very misunderstood scientific phenomenon and all the points you make are very valid and very interesting. For me our great future lies in unlocking the love that resides in the heart and it will unlock a world of a magnitude we haven’t seen yet.
So let’s go and unlock everywhere, not only at funerals and airports.
And thanks to all this reflection John and I are very well and very grateful.
Hi Wilma
I’m so sad to hear Rusty has gone… big hugs to you.. and thanks for sharing this post. I love that Rusty just ‘was’… being herself
hugs
fiona
Hi Fiona, yes they are so cute, our ‘just being who they are’ pets.
You give your Georgie a big hug from me.
Love Wilma