I never thought that I would see a trace of her beautiful sapphire blue eyes again after her graduation from this world, but in some form, I believe I did. Frosty had been my sacred cat companion for fifteen years and as with most people who share their lives with animals, the energy that we shared was extraordinary with a clearly human quality. Besides the games we would play, tag, fuzzball, hide and seek, she would truly show her humanness every night as her beautiful little cat body laid next to my head, her eyes seeking deeply into my mind and soul, as if she knew me completely and if she could talk she wouldn't anyway because there was not anything to say, it was already being said by the gaze we shared. I can honestly say no human relationship has matched the type of love we shared. There is something to be said about being in the presence of another being with no exchange of words, just absorbing all that is there in the silence of the state of just being present. If more people tried this, I think we'd see better relationships.
Frosty and I shared some beautiful times together and I am sure we both grew from having the gift of each others company, I know I did. She taught me unconditional love, animals are good at that you know.
Frosty started showing signs of diabetes a year prior to her life graduation in 1993. For over a year she put up with me sticking a hideous needle full of pig insulin in her neck each day. I look back, and knowing what I know now, I would have attempted to cure her with a more natural diet and holistic way of healing. I have learned what kills us humans tends to kill our animal friends as well. We sometimes look at them like our children, yet most people tend to feed themselves better than they do the animals they share their lives with. We unknowingly feed them cooked and processed meats and various animal parts that are diseased. And I don't care what anybody says, a 500lb cow is not food for a dog or cat. It is a wonder that anything with a nose would eat that stuff. To get healthier food for your companion animals, check out Evolution Pet Foods
At the animal hospital I gazed into her vibrant blue eyes for the last time as her pupils dilated and I sensed she was no longer looking out from that venue. Although I did not see her leave her body, I knew she was no longer there but I still felt her presence.
The next day my girlfriend April and I took her body to a pet cemetery. We said our goodbyes, kissed her, put a flower next to her with a photo and covered her with my baby-blue baby blanket. We then sealed the casket and wrote loving words with a pen on the outside. When we were ready, the cemetery caretaker lowered the casket into the ground and handed us the shovel to toss in the first bit of earth.
April and I both felt as if we were burying our child, and we were. We put the flower arrangement in the freshly laid grass and proceeded to take photographs of each other with the grave site and flower arrangement. I then said to April, " I wish she could show us her spirit, to let us know shes ok." I then thought to myself, as I clicked off three photos of the flower arrangement, "I wish she would show me her spirit in the photo."
I had forgotten about my wish as April and I looked at the photos the next day. It caught both our eyes simultaneously, although at first we didn't put it together with the wish, it did not take long for us to remember it the more we analyzed the photo. Although it is quite transparent and light, there is something there. A blue, misty fog. April and I went through all the obvious explanations. Glare? No, it was a very black day, overcast. Perhaps it was something to do with the camera or maybe the film. After debating back and forth we remembered that I had taken three photos one right after the other within seconds of each other and the camera did not move between shots. We looked at the first two photos and there was nothing, but the third one curiously enough was the only one with the blue mist.
We held the possibility that the blue mist was Frosty's energy or spirit and it comforted us in believing our little friend was saying goodbye and was ok. As time passed, I still held the possibility that it could be her spirit, but I also thought, "Well maybe I just wanted to see her spirit so bad that I unconsciously projected that blue mist onto the film, I mean I had heard how powerful the human mind is and that could also explain it or at least be another possibility.
Then came the day I went to see Scott Smith, author of "The Soul of Your Pet" give a talk. He spoke of people seeing the spirits of their animals. As he was explaining one particular incident, I was trying to think about how I would explain what I saw on the photo. At the very moment it came to me, Scott said it! explaining it is like a blue mist. He took the word right off the tip of my tongue. I could hardly wait to get out of my seat and tell my story to Scott's audience. I am now a believer.