Thursday, February 24, 2011

Paw prints in the snow

I stood in the warmth of my home early this morning, and watched as Sammy ate his breakfast out on my deck.

Although the great February Portland snowstorm didn’t happen, I could tell Sammy was still happy for a break from the cold in his heated home.

After eating, he stood as close as he could to the lamp, soaking up as much heat as possible before heading up the hill, under the fence, and off to wherever he goes when he leaves my yard.

There is something magical about a paw print left by a dear friend.

I popped outside to take this photo of Sammy's paw prints, a precious gift from this sweet little boy whose been coming to my yard for almost 8 years.

Not being able to hold him is something I have to live with, but on these cold, wet days I feel that loss even more.

Over the years I’ve spoken to many women whose children, like mine, have all been furry. Perhaps the deep desire to hold Sammy is part of my maternal need to comfort, and nurture, this little creature. He seems so alone to me.

Inside my home it’s warm and dry. There are many soft places to curl up and nap. The food bowls are never empty. And someone wants very much to hold him close and tell him he'll never be cold again.

Perhaps one day…

Chris Davis
Lighthearted Press
Publishing magical books for animal lovers

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The inside cat, the outside cat and the unexpected snowstorm

I woke up to an unexpected snowstorm this morning.

My first thoughts were of Sammy, the outside kitty I’ve been feeding for years.

He showed up a little late, but he DID show up and ate a hearty breakfast.

Then he stood at the door of his house and watched the snow. Eventually he decided it was time to head out for the day, and he left.

My cat, Star, looked at the white flakes from her favorite spot on the chair. As she gazed out the window I knew she was happy to be an inside kitty, safe and warm.

Two black cats, staring at the same snow….but OH how different their lives are.

Lighthearted Press
Publishing magical books for animal lovers

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Will you see your animal companions in the afterlife?

Whether you call it heaven, the beyond, out in the stars or the rainbow bridge, many people believe they will be reunited with their animal companions in the afterlife.

I'm definitely one of the believers!

I even write about our angel critters coming back to visit us in my books For Every Dog An Angel and For Every Cat An Angel.

The unexpected loss of two of my dear cats has led to the writing of a new book for anyone who is grieving a lost four-legged friend. In preparation for the book, I’m curious to hear how others feel about this topic.

Do you believe you will see your angel critters again one day?

And where will that be – in heaven? At the bridge? Somewhere else? How does the afterlife look to you?

See you in the stars!


Lighthearted Press
Publishing magical books for animal lovers

Sunday, February 06, 2011

The White Box

The plain, white box has been sitting on my kitchen shelf for 4 years and 8 months.

It contains the ashes of my dog, Jake, who left my life in June of 2006.

I spread some of those ashes in many of the places we had gone to throughout our years together.

On the first anniversary of Jake's passing I put most of his remaining ashes in a beautiful stone box which sits on the mantel. The box cover has a black and white feather – just like the ones in Jake’s heavenly angel wings.

My intention was to spread the rest of the ashes and let the white box on the kitchen shelf go away.

But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. For some reason, I take great comfort knowing that box is there.

So the white box sits on the shelf, next to the macaroni.

I suspect it’s going to be there for a very long time.

Chris Davis
Publishing magical books for animal lovers

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Oh, how I miss those purrs!

When I lost my dear cats, Dickens and Pippen, I didn’t realize that their loss would mean the end of the purrs in my life.

Yes, I’m still blessed to share my heart and home with their sisters, Molly and Star.

These special girls have their own ways of letting me know when they are happy...but they don't purr.

When Dickens purred you could hear him even if you were in another part of the house.

As for Pip – if I scratched her head while she stood at her bowl you could hear the loud purrs as she ate her food. When I watched TV or read a book she would curl up next to me and purr contentedly.

And when it was time for breakfast, she would stand with her feet on my chest as I slept and purr…loudly.

I’ve read that cats purr at a frequency that can produce healing in the human body. While I have no doubt that is true, I DO know how healing a purring kitty can be for the soul.

I’ve found a YouTube video that shows a tabby cat (just like Pip) purring away. I listen to it brings peace to my heart.

But OH how I miss Pippen's purrs...

Chris Davis
Lighthearted Press
Publishing magical books for animal lovers!