Last year I was delighted to discover that my big black cat, Dickens, had grown one beautiful white whisker. It was very noticeable against his glossy black fur.
I was fascinated with that whisker, and spent several weeks pondering its beauty.
Then I never gave it another thought…until this morning.
I woke up having a strange dream. I could hear a very insistent voice talking about the white whisker. I felt there was something I was supposed to do...right away. So I jumped out of bed and went to find my beautiful boy.
I knelt down in front of Dickens and sure enough…the whisker was gone!
For some reason I felt a bit sad. I had gotten so much enjoyment from the whisker, and when the time came for it to move on I hadn’t even noticed. I would have liked to have said farewell.
I gave the kitties their wet food and went to check the dry food bowl. There, perched on top of the remaining kibble, was one perfect, snowy white whisker.