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A Cat Called Liberty

Liberty, a Bengal cat who belonged to a blond hair, blue-eyed girl, went missing a few months ago and I’m still thinking about her. Lost animals are emotional and difficult for many reasons, the main being they don’t stay in one place. Most of the information I get from lost animals feels like bread crumbs leading to an outcome that may or may not happen. The stress on all accounts is real. The most stressful is when the animal has a reason for leaving and not coming back. That’s Liberty.

How do I tell a little girl that her friend purposely walked out?

Kelly and I did several sessions together both in person and over the phone trying to find this cat. It consumed several hours of my time each week, and I know it consumed Kelly’s life. Each place Liberty led us was exactly as she described, but she was never there. She kept showing us the number 821 which we assumed to be an address, so we walked through ditches, up and down highways, backs of restaurants, drove through neighborhoods, and scoured maps, slowly finding all the landmarks she’d described. Each place she led us to evoked more hope and more frustration. Each place accurate. Each place empty.

After several months of trying, we decided to let her go.

Then came Luna.

Luna, a beautiful gray Bengal, a guide, a friend, a companion, a kitten born on August 21st (821) who would lift the girl’s spirits, bring new lessons, and new love. A kitten who proved to be exactly what the girl needed, and more.

Animals come from a much higher perspective than most humans, and they will always take the path of least resistance. It might be hard for us to lose an animal we love, but there is always a reason, and there is always deliberate intent behind their actions. Some animals come home, others leave to guide different people, and some leave so another can come in.

Liberty taught a little girl about love, loss, forgiveness, and new beginnings. She taught Kelly how to guide her daughter through the grieving process, and how to let go of other’s experiences. She taught me to look between the lines, and to see that there is always a bigger picture, even if it’s not what the person wants to hear.

If you’ve lost an animal, know that there is always deliberate intent behind their actions. It’s not personal. Animals come to teach us lessons, they know what their lessons are, and they have their own lifepath. Try to remember the lessons you’ve learned from those you’ve lost. Sometimes those lessons are found in their absence, and learning to trust the journey.


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