I have always been an avid dog lover. I don't what it is about dogs, but I just seem to connect with them. When I was 13 years old we got our first cat, Misty. It was a whole new learning experience. She was a short hair with a solid grey coat and golden eyes. She was calm, gentle and very loving. Though there was something always mischievous about her. It was that catty way she had about her and I fell in love with it instantly. She always slept on my bed at night, where we would have great conversations and play fetch with a crumbled paper ball. I would throw it from my bed and I taught her how to bring it back to me. I always thought that was the coolest thing she did. It was our game.
When no one was home I would throw a paper ball and watch her do flips to catch it. We would play a sort of hide-n-go seek game/chase game all through the house. I would stay down at her level and mimic her moves. Each of us trying to spook the other. We would become completely entranced with each other as we found a level at which we understood each other. This was my first experience at bonding with an animal at their level. It taught me how to relate with them from their viewpoint, not mention the emotional and spiritual level that sparkled between us. Something I have never forgotten and still use to this day.
I never got to see Misty in her later years, childhood abuse kept me from going back home to visit. My first question to my sister was always about Misty. I missed her so. I never knew when she died and it always broke my heart that I couldn't go back to see her one last time. I know she understood this, probably more than I did, as animals always know when there is pain going on in home. She was always that sliver of light that broke through the darkness and I will always be grateful for the blessings she gave me. And while the tears flow for that beautiful hearted creature who shared her gift of love with me, I know a bond like ours doesn't die easy and she will always be in my heart forever.