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 regularly...it brings peace to my heart.
But OH how I miss Pippen's purrs...
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