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Here’s what a five-year-old cat named Luna who was given up to rescue told me:
“I was once a queen, admired for my beauty and catitude. A fluffy and perfect Scottish fold/Himalayan mix with a perfect statue pose. My twin sister Sky was just as stunning. You couldn’t resist taking us both. We curled, snuggled and warm, together in every nook and cranny and especially on the high windowsill. We were perfect.
You loved me, you bragged about me, you Instagrammed me. You fed me on cue. Our lives were peaceful, happy and calm. But that wasn’t enough. We weren’t enough.
You added a baby, let’s call him Jack. Suddenly, your Insta was all about him. A smelly, wet thing, who became a toddler, who teased, and tortured, and pulled our fur. You called me a bad cat because I hit back. I was really protecting Sky against your “special little guy.”
You added a THIRD cat to the fray… because maybe Jack would play with that cat instead of us. You had no idea how to introduce cats to each other, just dropped Blackie in the room all of a sudden. He wanted territory, while we quickly had none.
No more nooks, no more crannies, no more windowsill sun without Blackie prancing and pouncing and attacking me. Surely, I thought you would defend your Queen Luna, you would chastise your son, and find Blackie a new home.
But no, that’s not what happened. You gave ME away, because I was first, because I didn’t lie down and take it, because this was my territory, and because you either don’t know or don’t care that cats shouldn’t be overcrowded or that little children should not be alone with cats. Sky was so quiet, so you thought I would do better being given away.
Now I hide all day under a stranger’s bed, feeling like a waterfall, crying tears inside my heart. I miss Sky, my sister, my friend. I miss her tail wrapped around me, her heartbeat against mine. I miss my windowsill, I miss when you loved me. I am afraid of too many hands, too many cars, too many strange people. Who can I trust, when I couldn’t even ever trust you?
Is this really what you wanted for me?
It was a heartbreaking session, but I trust that a few sessions of EFT and energy work will have Luna in a much better place. If this story reminds you of a young family you know who’s thinking of rehoming a pet–please have them call me. I can help create harmony in multi-pet homes or where a child is reaching the grabby toddler stage. This story did not have to end this way. ~ For Luna
Animal communication, putting your pets on purpose, and EFT are techniques that can establish equilibrium where medical science may falter. For more information on choosing the right purpose for your pet, or any kind of pet reading, please visit www.petseyeview.com for my eBook. Write email@example.com for an appointment or call 949-282-3506.