In my twitter account, I have an animal communicator following my tweets. I started following her as she seemed interesting. Georgia is getting on in years and I know that decisions will need to be made at some point.
I was thinking I could call this woman, but then I thought, why? I can communicate with Georgia. I used to sit out in the back porch at night and think about her when she was out wandering the neighborhood. I’d remind her that I’d be worried if I had to try and sleep before she came in. If she didn’t, I didn’t know that I’d be able to let her out again. I would picture her in my mind very strongly. Then as I opened my eyes and would be standing up to go in, she was almost always (there was one time when she didn’t) jumping over the fence and giving me her little squeak of a mew.
I knew that I could ask her this.
She tells me she is content right now. And I am happy. I told her how this was hard because I felt so badly for missing out on what was wrong with Simone. Georgia reminds me, “There was nothing wrong. She was sick.”
And I press my case, “But she didn’t have to be sick. Maybe we could have fixed it if we had known what it was. I should have talked to the vet more..pushed her case more…”
Georgia said quite simply, “But why do you think sick is wrong? It just is.”
I was so stunned I was knocked out of the meditation. And it has been food for thought for sometime. Why do we think that sickness is wrong? Perhaps it just another way of living?