I hear something!
I know…it’s DAD!
Dad has come outside to do something.
I’m going to go and help DAD!
Dad and I are Buddies!
I can do this.
I really don’t want to.
I want Mom and Dad all to myself.
I’m getting used to HIM.
It helps he is growing older.
By this time in my former life of having children, I would have sent all my kids off into the big wide world to have adventures by themselves.
But…no, here I am an ancient cat (I am at least nine — heading toward ten, Mom thinks) having to raise a kid!
I do pretty nice, most of the time.
Although sometimes I just have to, I MEAN HAVE TOO, swat at that boy…he gets too carried away.
So…we’ve worked it out. I have my chairs, he has anything else, that I don’t want.
I get the whole outside.
He is terrified of the whole outside (GOOD!)
I get Mom and Dad.
He gets Mom and Dad.
I get time away from him.
He gets to know me (some).
It’s coming together, Mom says.
There is a sadness Mom and I feel,
each and every day.
Sometimes one of us thinks we see
Boomer Beaglie Brown, but alas he is not there.
Although, I know something Mom really doesn’t know.
Boomer isn’t very far away.
Mom said she wonders if we animals live with the gift of ‘seeing’ and ‘knowing’ the other side.
Because of that knowing it isn’t so very hard for us to slip on over,
although, having to leave our furry bodies can be a tad rough.
Outside, where I truly like to live, it is still winter.
Some days the sun warms everything up nicely, somedays the heavy snow takes the joy from the warm.
Mice are still abundant. Mice are my favorite food. They never really seem to become sparse, although I do work at keeping them thinned out.
The coyotes are terribly brave. They come yipping and yapping in the yard, running down the farm road, they know our farm is just air and darkness, at night.
They know we are dog-less.
I weary of the coyotes, as does Mom.
Still, Life Goes On, the wind continues to blow, sometimes soft, sometimes a gale.
The moonlight filters through the tree branches, making the shadows look like cobwebs.
I feel and know that Boomer is here. Maybe not all the time, maybe not as much as he once was, for sure not like he was before he passed over the Rainbow Bridge, but still here.
Boomer, Mom, and I love you. We really do. Thank you for coming to help me. Your rare gifts of protection have been proof that you are here.
Thank you, my beagle dog-friend.
(Shamelessly stolen off the internet)
Mindy Min-Min Brown
February 4, 2021
I was out doing my ‘stuff’.
When I had to pause and really listen
“MINDY!!! MINDY It is getting dark! You need to come in now!” Mom called from a long way off.
I ignored her. I’ve been trapped in the house for a couple of days now, because of the big cold snow storm we had. I’m tired of the house.
So, on I went.
Here and there and just everywhere I could think of.
It was getting dark.
Even DARK! But I didn’t care. There was so much to do out here and I wanted to do it.
I was just heading around the Butler Bins, where Dad stores grain, when
I turned as fast as I could and ducked UNDER the feed grinder, then slithered my way past the tractor shed.
Up toward the
I looked back… so far so good.
DAD! LET ME IN!
That’s when I heard: COYOTES YAPPING
Oh, MY HEAVENS!!!
I was standing there yowling for Mom or Dad when suddenly
Out of nowhere streaked
He came from down the long-lane to the house, dashing past the chicken house and right on through the farm YARD!
Then I heard…. yipping and yapping and in the distance the bark of Freddy.
It sounded like Freddy was leading them away.
OH, FREDDY THANK YOU SO MUCH! I mentally yelled.
Right at the moment, the door opened and I dashed into the house.
That was close!
BOOMER! You were here! You came! I knew you would! I just knew it!
You aren’t gone. You are here!
“Wait, Mindy. Wait. Why did you need me?” Boomer’s voice came into my mind very loudly.
“Oh, Beaglie….it’s been so hard. Everyone wants to know where you are and what happened I’m having to tell them and it has been hard. And I don’t want to tell Oreo or Freddy and his Mom Fox I don’t know what to do and I am concerned and I don’t want to have to tell anyone anymore that you are gone. OH! BOOMER! Mom and I miss you SOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!” My thoughts wailed out into the nether world.
I could see Boomer look at me.
“I will help,” Boomer mentally replied. After which he was gone.
So, I went hunting.
Hunting helps me.
I decided mice would be the perfect solution to take my mind off MISSING BOOMER!
I hunted here
And every Where.
Still, just moving around looking around was a good thing.
The night was starting to come on.
I was rather late heading back into the house when suddenly out of the darkness came
I started to run, but Oreo ran right toward me.
I cringed down, trying to make myself small. If I get sprayed Mom will NOT be happy.
Oreo came at full run…then skidded right to a stop….right in front of me…looking me right in the eye.
“Hey, Cat! I just heard—Boomer has traveled over the Rainbow Bridge. GONE! GONE!!!”
“OH! NO!” Oreo turned and ran off heading off into the dark night.
I sat down and stunned.
“BOOMER!” I called in my mind.
THANK YOU! Oreo knows. He is sad, just like all of us. Thank you for letting Oreo know. I just couldn’t do it.”
I hopped up on the windows sill to ponder this whole sad mess.
It was about the time I was feeling most discouraged when I saw
Boomer following Mom to the house.
I sat up and MEOWED “BOOMER! YOU ARE BACK!”
I kept meowing and meowing. I ran to the back door and meowed some more.
“Mindy Sue-Lou, what is up? Why are you so agitated?” Mom asked me after she came in from outside.
“COME TO THE BACK DOOR! BOOMER IS OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW! He followed you to the house. COME, MOM!”
Mom put on her coat and opened the back door for her and me to go outside.
“It’s dark, Mindy. Are you sure you really want to go outside?”
YES! YES! Hurry, MOM! Boomer is outside!
Mom and I made a mad dash out the door.
We looked all around.
I would walk a little and wait for Mom. If she didn’t come, I meowed at her.
We looked at lots of places.
Mom and I went back into the house.
I headed back to my window.
Boomer WAS out there I know it!
BOOMER! I yelled mentally to the Rainbow Bridge. If you were out there please show me. Make it real!
I need to see you again!
I need help! BOOMER!!!
Meanwhile, right outside the kitchen window
It’s been a nice two weeks.
I’ve made sure the mice are at bay
Scared off a few birds
Patrolled the whole farmyard every day, more than twice a day
And even found Dad’s tire jacket laying on the ground
Just perfect for me to play hide and seek in.
Hide the Mindy
Run back in…jump on it to hear the crackle
What a blast!
Then yesterday, Black Beauty and Loki showed up.
“Hey, Mindy! Where is Boomer? I haven’t seen him for a very long time” Black Beauty woofed at me.
“Yes, Where IS Boomer?” Loki echoed
Their question just stopped me in my tracks.
“You don’t know, Black Beauty? You came every day to visit Boomer.”
“Yes, yes, I did. But then Mom stopped bringing me. Where is Boomer, it would be good to play with him again. To go sniffing around the farmyard seeing who and what has passed through.”
“ME TOO!” Loki yelled. “I haven’t seen Boomer since July when I was here last. Tell him to come out and play.”
I just stared at them.
They don’t know.
They really don’t know.
It shocks me how many love Boomer and are missing him.
I sat down, wrapped my tail around my feet, cleared my throat—and began.
Afterward, Black Beauty just hung her head and walked over to her Mom’s car and sat waiting for her Mom to come out.
Loki just looked at me with a huge stunned look on his face.
“But he was HEALTHY in July! Healthy!” Loki sputtered.
“I know. In October he wasn’t healthy. And he left us. Mom cried for days.
I tried not to cry. But there are times when the whole farm just seems lonely.”
“Wow, I can imagine,” Loki exclaimed. “Gosh, it just doesn’t seem right.”
“No, it doesn’t.” I agreed.
About that time Loki’s Mom and Black Beautys’ Mom came to the back door.
“What’s wrong with Black Beauty?” Black Beauty’s Mom asked.
“Gosh, she acts like she is afraid you are going to leave her.” Loki’s Mom replied.
I just looked at both of them. People just never really understand animals, I thought.
My Mom walked out with Shannon and Misty; stooped down and picked me up.
We watch everyone get into the car and drive off.
“I’ll bet you had to tell Boomer’s friends about Boomer, didn’t you, Min-Min.” Mom said while she petted me.
We stayed there a short while.
Then Mom sat me down and I went back to work.
Mom headed into the house.
Boomer’s friends. I thought. How many more do I have to tell. How many friends are Boomer’s friends who don’t know?
Let me count— Freddy Fox,
Oreo the Skunk,
Freddy’s Mom (Shudder),
all the Raccoons…
OH, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE ME TELL THE COYOTES!!! I yowled up into the sky.
I don’t even want to tell the fox family, or Oreo, or the raccoons…
I DO NOT WANT TO TELL THEM! I wailed.
PLEASE, Boomer, Help!
I ran as hard as I could toward the log pile and screeched my plea to the heavens.
I have been helping Mom and Dad. They are cutting and hauling wood.
I go out and hang around while Dad runs that LOUD thing that cuts the logs.
Sometimes I jump on the big woodpile to see if any mice run out.
Then Mom and Dad haul the wood and I stay in the corrals. There ARE mice in the corrals.
I was hanging out in the corrals searching here and there after Mom and Dad stopped for the day.
It was growing dark
I forgot about growing dark time.
When SUDDENLY out of nowhere
THE OWL CAME gliding down and lit right in front of me!
“STOP RIGHT THERE, CAT!!! NOW!”
I was already stopped.
I was frozen.
There was no way I was going to move.
I was trying to move, but I couldn’t.
“I am not going to hurt you. Get that through your head. I just want information.”
The owl fluffed her feathers this way and that, settling down right beside me.
“My name is Ruth!” the owl announced. “Boomer was my very best dog friend. We had lots of adventures together. I want to know if the rumors I am hearing are true.”
I just stared at the Owl, Ruth. My eyes must have been bigger than my face, my tongue was frozen in my mouth, I couldn’t talk.
“Come on, Cat. As soon as you tell me, I’m out of here.”
Yeah, right, and you grab me on the way out. I thought to myself.
I just stared at—-Ruth.
“I WILL NOT EAT YOU!” Ruth yelled at me. “I WILL NOT!”
I squatted down, trying to make myself tiny. Oh, maybe that isn’t a good idea. I FLUFFED myself up, trying to make myself big.
“Stop it,” Ruth tiredly commanded. “Just tell me about Boomer.”
She glared at me with her big round eyes.
I started to shake and shiver.
“Okay, here is a deal. You tell me. I continue to sit right here, I won’t move. You run as fast as you can away from me and hide. Then I will fly away. And only then.”
“You can’t leave, you know,” Ruth announced. “I can get you before you even think about moving your paws. So, tell me about Boomer. Once I know the truth, you can run off and I will let you go. You really don’t have a choice.” Ruth stated flatly. “You have NO CHOICE!” She emphasized.
I stared and stared. Ruth was right. I didn’t have a choice.
So, I told her. Everything. The whole sad story.
I was very shocked to see big tears rolling down Ruth’s face.
“You really did care about our Beaglie?” I asked.
“Yes. He was the most special mutt. He really cared about the farm and all the animals on the farm. He was my friend.”
“Where is his grave, cat?” Ruth asked sadly.
I told her.
She lifted herself up and silently flapped away.
She didn’t even try to eat me.
She didn’t even let me get away.
She just left.
Off I ran!
Later on, that night, as I sat on Mom’s lap; Mom told Dad that she (Mom) saw a marvelous wonder. An owl was sitting on the giant tree stumps covering Boomer’s gravesite.
Ruth, I thought. She really is an owl of her word.
After my horrible scare.
And a long, long, long nap in the house.
I decided it was time to get busy on the farm.
I meowed at the door until Mom came and let me out.
Then I headed to the corrals.
Mice…Yum. I need to find mice.
So, I searched here and there and everywhere.
But there ARE birds!
I have to be careful because, if MOM FINDS OUT she will yell at me.
I have to be very, very, sneaky…
“Mindy! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Mom yelled at me.
When Mom yelled all the birds flew off.
Mom left and went into the house and left me outside. Well, to be honest, I didn’t want to go inside.
I — and it’s cold.
Oh. This feels nice. Sunshine on the garage door.
Purrrrrr I’ll hang out here for a while.
Just as I was about to slip into a deep, deep sleep
My eyes jerked awake, but my mind didn’t.
I saw a squirrel, no I saw TWO squirrels.
Once I realized I saw TWO squirrels my mind woke-up.
“Stewart, Stanley, what’s up?”
“Come to the woodpile and play with us,” Stewart exclaimed.
“Boomer isn’t here,
but you are –let’s go scamper all over the woodpile together. Don’t you think it’s time you had fun instead of always patrolling the farmyard?” Stanley asked me.
I pondered for a spell, a little spell.
“YES! Let’s go.” I replied.
Off we went, around the corner of the barn, passed the fenced off equipment, (to keep the cows from rubbing on them), and On to the WOOD PILE.
We ran, we jumped, we hid and then chased each other…up down, under around.
We were just getting a tad tired when DAD showed up.
Scram! The squirrel brothers were gone!
I also scrammed running toward Dad so I could get a pet or two.
Purrrr, roll in the dirt, purr, happiness.
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…………….