My Cat Guardian Angel, Ringo

Nature is wonderful.  We have a dove in our backyard who loves to tease our Australian Red Heeler, Sheila. The dove will play peek-a-boo with Sheila and drive the dog totally insane.  She will peak out from the corner of our neighbor's roof and coo at Sheila to get her attention, then when Sheila runs over there and barks the dove darts back.  Then it peeks out again and coos and gets the same reaction from the dog.  A couple of weeks ago I just left Sheila out there to play with her little friend and they were at it for FOUR HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  The dove will sometimes swoop down over Sheila and get her to chase it across the yard, but it never gets so close to where the dog would be able to get it.  So you see, that dove is intelligent enough to know that Sheila can't get her, plus it has the intelligence to be playful, too.  Animals are just amazing if we only take the time to watch them.

All of Life is One.  That is the belief that all of creation comes from the same Divine Spark, and as creations of that Divine Spark, everyone has a bit of that spark in them, even rocks, trees, and animals, so in a way, we're all related as we all have the same ultimate origin.  As to whether souls can transmigrate or not, between human and animal, for example, I know the Hindus believe that.  Personally, I am not so sure, but I've had pets who are so humanlike that it's hard to believe they're an animal.  My dog Desi was like that and my cat Ringo, and my husband's cat, Quasimodo, were also very humanlike.  Those animals were all truly exceptional and they had an intelligence that went beyond even the smartest of dogs/cats.

 Sometimes, too, I firmly believe that Angels incarnate as animals. I suspect my cat Ringo was some aspect of my Guardian Angel who knew the day was coming when I would nearly die while choking on my own phlegm and I'd be too drugged up to wake up completely.  Immediately after this incident  Ringo contracted what the vet called "Kitty Herpes," which is a virus of the immune system.  Much like AIDS in humans, but it is non-contagious between animals and humans.  The vet declared she'd be dead within a year and that cats do not survive.  He began steriod injections for the pain.  I had a talk with Ringo and I'll NEVER EVER forget this.  I told her with tears streaming down my face that she could not leave me now, that I really needed her, that she had saved my life and my parents and I were willing to do whatever it took to be sure she would live AND be pain-free. I promised her if the pain ever got to be too much we'd put her down.  Do you know that cat got better!  She still had the virus, but as long as we kept up with her shot (once every 2 weeks, if we were even a day late, it showed), she was fine.  She ate, played, was friendly, the same Ringo she always was.  After being on the steroids for 5 years (so she was now 13 at that time) the vet decided she was somehow cured and he credited that to the power of love and said he'd never seen anything like it, but that cat truly loved me.  So he stopped the injections and Ringo was perfectly fine for 2 years.  Then she began to have trouble eating and then she wanted to eat everything, even paper and plastic grocery bags!  The vet said that although she was cured of the disease, the steroids had damaged her liver and kidneys and her kidneys were no longer functioning.  On Valentine's Day , 1989 we had to put Ringo down and we chose that day because we loved her. 

I really do believe Ringo was an Angel who was sent to protect me on that fateful night, and once her work was done she was going to die and give up her physical body, but when she realized how much she was loved, she continued living for as long as the cat body could sustain her.  I sense her around me a lot and often when I get sick I feel her jump up onto the bed to be with me.  Twice, my husband has also felt that and he majorly freaked out the first time it happened.  The second time he was like, "wow, did you feel that?  Do you think it's Ringo?" 

My dad brought Ringo home from a farm when I was 15.  She was my second cat.  As a huge Beatles fan I named her after Ringo Starr.  She was a gray and black tabby cat and her legs had perfect rings all around them that were symmetrical, so her name was appropriate. 

Ringo was definitely my cat and would sleep at the foot of my bed every night.  She would take the time to sit on the floor and completely bathe herself before she would jump up on my bed.  She never even left any hairs on my bed. 

I am a life-long sufferer from allergies (as are a lot of people) and one winter an allergy went into a cold, back into an allergy, then a sinus infection, and finally the infection moved into my chest.  My doctor diagnosed me with trachea bronchitis, which he said was one step less severe than walking pneumonia. He wanted me in the hospital in an oxygen tent.  However, I was attending college at the time and it was nearing finals.  I had to stick it out to finish finals or that spring I would not be able to graduate with my class and couldn't afford to add another semester to my time there.  So I opted to take care of myself at home.

Two nights later I had taken all my medications, as usual.  They made me very drowsy so I had to be sure to be completely propped up on pillows.  My doctor warned me against sleeping on my back since phlegm was always coming up on me he was afraid I'd choke on it.  I was home for winter break from college and Ringo, as was her custom, slept with me as usual.

Whenever I was sick Ringo would sit up with me on my bed and just watch me.  If I woke up in the middle of the night I'd see her lime green eyes glowing as she kept a steady eye on me.  She always made me feel very secure and safe, my own little furry nurse who was there to watch over and protect me.  I never realized that was indeed her purpose.  I think she was keenly aware of her purpose because whenever I was the slightest bit sick she would be so vigilant.  She would even stay with me during the day if I was in bed, and she never did that when I was healthy. 

I had taken all my medications and was very drowsy and went to sleep.  Unbeknownst to me, at some point I had slipped down my pillows and was sleeping on my back.  The rest of the story comes from my father.

Dad and Mom were sound asleep and it was around 2 AM.  Ringo came running to their room meowing loudly and jumped up on their bed startling them both badly.  Dad yelled at her and pushed her off the bed.  Ringo immediately jumped right back on their bed and began meowing loudly.  My dad was always a cat person.  He talked to them and I swear he felt they talked back to him.  He'd never share the conversations with anyone, but every cat we ever had completely adored him and would talk to him constantly. 

Dad asked Ringo what was wrong and she jumped off the bed and took several steps towards my room, turned around to face him, and meowed urgently.  He quickly figured out I was in trouble so he followed the cat into my room.  He found me turning blue and choking on my own phlegm, but too drugged up to be able to wake up and turn over.

Dad sat me up and I was able to cough up the mess (according to him, it was a terrible mess), while Ringo sat on my bed and howled.  Shortly thereafter I got over the infection.  My family and I firmly believe to this day that if it weren't for Ringo I would never have survived that night.  Every time I got sick she stuck to me like glue, my little watch cat, so when she became ill we took the best care of her we possibly could.

I was away at college when Ringo died.  Her kidneys had failed, her liver was failing, and her metabolism was completely ruined from years of steriod therapy for the "kitty herpes" from which she had suffered.  The night before she was euthanized I had a dream about her.  In the dream she was able to speak.  She told me she had come to protect me because I had "great works to do."  She said when her work was done after I had had bronchitis it was her time to leave, but since I loved her so much she decided to stay.  She then told me her body was now completely breaking down and she begged me to release her.  I thanked her for her love and her vigilance.  I told her she was free to go.  The next day, wtihout informing me, my parents had her euthanized.  When Mom called me that night to tell me I already knew that Ringo had been released from her suffering. 

This experience may not be what you'd call "paranormal," however, it shows us the interconnectedness of all life and I figured that made it special enough to include Ringo's story here.

~ Nefer Khepri Hemet, Ph. D., R. M-T.

 

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