Mom and I had a sit together yesterday. We sat and sat and sat. Mom petted on me and I purred. Then I got up and had Mom scratch me all over my back and at the base of my tail.
I purred as LOUD as I could.
A HUGE BIG PURR.
Then I looked Mom in the eye and said as clearly as I possibly could: “We have to move on. Boomer would want that. Besides he comes to see us even now. You just have to look for him.”
I stared and stared in Mom’s eyes trying to get her to understand.
I think she did. But I’m not sure. Anyway, I tried to get her to understand.
After I had all the purring and scratching, I wanted, I jumped down and went to the back door—Mom followed me.
Outside where I love to be.
Hum, I wonder where Dad is?
Oh! There he is.
Time to give Dad lots of love and purrs.
That’s my job (besides catching and eating mice) giving Mom and Dad purrs.
Okay. That’s enough.
I have things I need to do.
Let’s see…the combine is parked in its regular spot. That means Dad is done with the corn harvest. That also means there might be MICE inside the header looking for left-behind corn.
I peered up into the combine.
Nothing. Not a movement, or a flick of a tail, nothing.
Well, off to the woodpile.
I can usually find mice scurrying up and over the logs there.
Mom would NOT like it if I caught (and ate) a bird…but…THERE ONE IS!!!
I crept down real low
Moving slow, ever so slow, slower…s.l.o.w.e.r
WHAT JUST HAPPENED!
Something brown furry and fluffy just ran out of a log and right toward me!
(Of course, scaring off the BIRD!)
“MINDY!! MINDY!!” Screeched the brown furry
“OH! Stanley! You gave me a huge fright! And you scared off a bird.”
“Scared off a bird! Oh, good! Glad to help Ya. I’ll try to do so again.” Stanley ran quickly down the log and sat right in front of me with his chitter-chatter going a-mile-minute.
“Stop, Stanley! You are talking so fast I can’t understand you. Besides my heart is still trying to calm down.”
“That’s okay, Cat. I’m not looking for you anyway. I’ve been hanging out here waiting for my buddy, Boomer to come along so we can have an adventure!”
“Boomer?” I questioned Stanley in a sad little voice.
“Yes, Yes, Boomer. Stewart and I want to go on an adventure over to the equipment area and we want to ride on Boomer’s back.”
“Boomer,” I said, quietly. “Boomer left us, Stanley. He now lives over the rainbow bridge.”
“The Rainbow Bridge! NO! NO! I Don’t want Boomer to go live over the Rainbow Bridge! NO!” Stanley wailed.
“I didn’t want him to go either,” I replied miserably.
“Gosh, Mindy, I could swear I saw him just a few hours ago,
trotting passed the Grain Truck. I called to him. He stopped gave me one of his sweet beagle smiles, wagged his tail, then put his nose to the ground and trotted on passed the grain truck over toward one of Mom’s gardens. I swear I saw him.”
“I think you did, Stanley. I think he is coming back and visiting ever now and again. I saw him yesterday, while Mom and Dad were busy with the corn. He was right by the cornfield watching Mom and Dad. Sometimes dozing, sometimes sitting up and staring at them.”
I walked over to the woodpile, climbed up on one of the logs; started stretching out my claws grabbing the wood with each one of my nails, then raking them toward me.
SCRATCH SCRATCH RAKE
“I talked to Boomer at that point. He said he was happy. And that he would be back and forth to check on us. Right after that he sorta, kinda, faded. Then I didn’t see him anymore.”
“Geeze, I didn’t know. I have to go now. Gotta Go. I gotta let Stewart know.”
I stopped sharping my nails and sat down on the log. The log is nice and warm, the sunshine perfect, no wind…the log nice and warm.
Gosh, this log is perfect for a wee little cat nap…………….
Thanks Mindy for the interesting report! I´m sure Boomers presence is still felt on the farm. He was such an good dog. When we lost our family´s dog I had the same feeling – like I could almost see him from the corner of my eye. Maybe our loved fur friends are still watching over us from over there. Hugs and have a good weekend!
I think they are. I can see Boomer full on…Mom says she thinks she can. Mindy
You so understand. Hugs to you, my Long-time Dear Friend.
You are 100%, M. Boomer would definitely want you all to move on. But also to keep an eye out for him as he watches over you and makes sure things happen that will soothe and protect and bring happiness to all of you.
Love and licks,
We move on, but it’s hard. I was surprised that Stanley and Stewart didn’t know. I thought the world knew. 😦 Mindy
Almost the best Boomer story ever :’-(
A wee little ghost, Boomer.
Yes he is watching over all of you:) Sometimes at night I can hear Chance roll onto his side and sigh:)
And you want to put your hand out and touch them…I so understand. Thank you so much for the card. It’s beautiful. I miss having a dog. This cat is terribly independent. I just have to adjust. Sighi
Mindy, I am so glad you are there to be with your mom, and dad, too. They need all your love and purrs right now. All our hearts hurt that Boomer is gone, but there are always precious memories. Thank you for taking care of your mom!
I think Mom needs purrs the most. So I give them to her. Mindy
Mindy, I’m happy to hear that Boomer is keeping an eye on you and all the others on the farm. Just keep being especially kind to Mom (and Dad).
Okay, I shall. Mindy Lou-Sue, Kit Cat, Min-Min Brown. WHEW I have LOTS of names. Mindy
Yep, Boomer visits ~ as you well know. Glad you are there – It’s just hard
)))hugs((( for mom & you, Min Min
It is just hard. Love you
Seeing those pics of Boomer brought a tear to my eyes. Oh….so hard isn’t it. It really takes a long time to be brave about losing a dear beloved pet. It’s painful to even let your mind go there. I’m glad to hear you got your corn harvest completed, before the bad weather. Take care Linda.
Thank you, Diane. It’s a good feeling to know we finished before the storm today. One of the farmers near us worked until Mid-night trying to get his corn in before the rain and snow started. You are right, I don’t let my mind go there.
I just KNEW he was around. I’d be around, too, just to check on things.
I know it hurts, Mama Linda. I’ve lost too many fur babies, too. *hugs*
You just get through it, that is all.
Hey Mindy ..love those sleepy photos of you. It must be so strange without Boomer .. I’m Missing that lovely beagle.
I feel rather lost as times. Mindy