DDLG Lifestyle

He came into our lives when we needed him most. He came humble, shy. He moved slow but certain of his steps. He knew what he wanted, and how to get it. He preferred hanging outside in the patio, enjoying the California sun. He loved the rain. Sometimes, when it was too cold, he’d check the weather every 15 min. Just to see if it was warm enough for him to chill all day. He was very particular about his food, but he loved the jingle of his snacks, as he rushed downstairs to eat his treats.

On his first day home; we stared each other down. I know I had given cats a chance plenty. So I was skeptical. He gave me that look of “I’ve given men a chance, plenty” he easily found comfort in both Mo and Mittens, but it took him a while to warm up to me. We gave each other space. He knew what I wasn’t ok with and I knew his boundaries. Sometimes I’d flip my hand (pretending to pick a fight) and he’d just stare at me, and I’d continue until I annoyed him and he’d simply swish!! flicked his paw and scratch me hard enough for me to understand “hey! game over” and I’d stop.

He earned his way to come chill next to us on the corner of the bed in his own blanket. He allowed me to pet him and play with his fat cheeks. Elliot! You’re a fat head, I’d say. And he’d look at me like “sure”

After a few months we had a routine, he needed me to pet his belly and he’d shimmer and wiggle around on the rug like a worm or a Rollie poli; I’d hold & snuggle, and tell him I loved him. He was a good boy, a warm soul. He was family. He gave us comfort when we were down and affection, plenty of it.

And now he’s gone. Earlier today I wanted to scream out to the hallway. “Poi Poi Poi!!” That’s cat for “good boy” Wiggle some snacks and he’d rush downstairs for a treat. But he’s not coming back.

I saw him give his last breath. His body give up and his eyes loose their glimmer. Mittens held him and sobbed, I sobbed.

I miss him.

That night; as I was dozing into a heavy sleep, a dash of lighting ran from right to left and then quickly from left to right. At first I couldn’t make out what it was until I slow motioned it’s movements. It was a beautiful white horse with long beautiful hair running like lighting right in front of me.

Mr. ELLIOT!! I shouted. There you are! Majestic! Strong; beautiful; galloping at the speed of light! Mr. Elliot was on a journey to his next adventure. He was too beautiful to be contained selfishly in our lives. He needed to venture into the lives of others; and impact them as he’s impacted us.

For this I am grateful