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A Year Without Isis

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April 29, 2016 marks one year since Isis crossed the rainbow bridge.  We had fifteen remarkable years together.

Throughout my life I’ve always had animals be it fur, feather, fin or reptile.  Each one holds a special place in my heart.

In all my years there was no animal that crossed my path as remarkable as Isis.  From the first day she came home she had wisdom that far exceeded anything I had ever seen.  She understood everything immediately.  Not once did she ever do anything disruptive or cause any problems.

She was my first cat and a Rescue Kitty about five months old, and when she came into my life. She had big beautiful green eyes, black silky hair, and walked with great dignity.  I felt there was only one name that suited her and that was after the Egyptian goddess Isis.

She understood how to move around me, as I am bedridden and the slightest little thing can cause incredible pain.  She would flatten her body out to where she was no more than 1 inch high and lay under my arm.  She knew that if I my arm was elevated it would cause pain.  She was a true shape shifter.

She would always stand by the chair I was sitting on and ask permission before she came over. She did the same thing when she jumped on the bed she would never come near me unless I told her it was all right. She had incredible manners.

Her psychic abilities were amazing.  I always trusted her instincts because they were accurate.  She was able to speak to me telepathically in English.  There is no need to try to figure out what she wanted to relay because of her incredible psychic abilities, it was easy to understand.  I always felt she was a greater mystic then I will ever be.

She loved Jimi Hendrix.  In our time together we lived in many different homes, but one of the first homes we were in together had a remarkable built in entertainment center with speakers five feet high.  I noticed that whenever I put on a Jimi Hendrix CD she would stand in front of the speakers and not move.  Eventually I knew all I had to say was, “Isis, It’s Hendrix” and she would come running from wherever she was and stand in front of the speakers.

Isis had a deep distrust of all people.  I do not know what her life was like before she came to live with me, but it obviously taught her a lot about people.  I was fortunate to be the only person she trusted.  I had to earn that trust with her. When she first came to live with me she would lie on my physical therapy table and gently swat at anyone who went by. Most would freak out and I think she inwardly laughed a lot at that. When she would do it with me I would not move and I would put my hand close to her and she would bite at it and I would say, “Come on, bite harder.” She realized I wasn’t going to be intimidated, so she knew I was trustworthy.

Over time she got to where she would not come out at all if anyone came into the home where we were living. She preferred to stay in the closet until she knew it was safe to come out. I do not have many pictures of her because no one ever saw her but me and I’m not able to move around that well to take pictures, but I treasure the few that I have.

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Isis and Tigre

When I brought Tigre, my second Rescue Kitty, into our home Isis immediately took over as her mother and always protected her. They would both sleep together in the closet when ever people were around. Especially my caregivers. Tigre has had a lot of health problems and would have to be medicated frequently.  When Rene, the main person in my life, would try to get her out of the closet Isis would attack and she was extremely serious.

They have gotten a bath every month from a groomer and Isis would always be very peaceful as he was giving her a bath and drying her, but when he wasn’t expecting it she would bite him. So many times he would come into my bedroom after finishing their grooming with his finger wrapped in a paper towel with drops of blood on it from Isis teeth. When she passed last year he expressed deep regret. I saw him last week and we shared stories about Isis and he laughed at how she would attack him. He never took it personally.

She never had a sick day in her life. I was always happy about that because I knew her fear of people would make it a horrible experience for her to go to the vet.  During the last year of her life I kept noticing and commenting on how thin she was getting.  She never expressed any signs of illness in any way.  Two months before she passed I knew she was sick and I knew it was related to her kidneys. Not once did she ever cry or act like she was in any sort of pain. She was always concerned about me and never wanted me to worry.  My instincts told me there was something wrong.  I had her see one vet and was not pleased with his so-called treatment and diagnosis.  I knew she needed to see the specialist that treated Tigre.

Rene captured her and put her in the carrier to go to the specialist, who is quite a distance from where we are, and I did my best to say goodbye because I did not think she would come back.  What the doctor found was that one kidney had such a large stone that it was not functioning.  I kept thinking about her having have treatments and I knew that it would be miserable for her.  The next day he called and said she had taken a sudden turn for the worst.  He could not understand why she went down so quickly.  It did not surprise me.  I was on his cell phone talking to her the whole time while he gave her the injection to pass.

I’m glad that she was able to hear me until the last moment.  Out of personal curiosity the doctor did an autopsy on her and found that she had cancer of the liver.  She was a very sick little girl and never let on.  The doctor made a special box for her and buried her in his backyard.

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I talk to her every day and I have seen her several times since she passed.  Most recently I saw her at the beginning of March when I was on the verge of dying and I would see her lying on the bed in her normal place protecting me as usual.

There will never be another animal in my life that will equal Isis. I knew she was special from the moment I saw her until our last moments. I know that we will be together once again when I meet her at the end of the rainbow bridge.

Cherokee Billie

CherokeeBillie.com

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Comments on: "A Year Without Isis" (12)

  1. You were so blessed to have spent time with her…and she with you. Blessed Be! )0(

  2. I’m so sorry for your loss of such a close companion. A connection like yours and hers is truly special. You are both lucky to have had each other!

  3. jenny hogan said:

    beautifully written and expressed Billie I wish I had met Isis, I feeli know her from your stories. such a beautiful soul in a cats body just for you and yes you will reunite one day…much love Jenny

    • I know that I shared many stories about Isis with you. I am sure that you will meet on the other side someday. I look forward to seeing her face to face once again. With love, Cherokee Billie ❤

  4. Thank you for sharing your precious memories of your beautiful girl Isis with us. I am a huge animal lover and really appreciated reading this.

    Bless you Cherokee for being an animal lover, and bless your fur babies

    • I always look forward to your comments and support. You have been such a good friend for so many years and I appreciate your being here. Many blessings, Cherokee Billie ❤

  5. Linda Dumont said:

    What an incredible cat! It is such a special relationship we develop with certain ones, and the communication you had with her is remarkable! I also believe that their spirits remain with us……and it doesn’t surprise me that she was right there with you in March when you were so ill. How blessed you are, how blessed we are that we have a connection to animals and they become so in tune to our needs. They can be a lot of responsibility and expense when they become ill, but I couldn’t live without them. No way! They give too much! I know the missing and longing for them. We had to put our big boy Luke down in December. We had him 14 years. I still feel him in the house and can almost see his kind eyes watching me as I do my chores. God bless you, Billie, and Isis, and Tigre, always! Breathe peace, Linda

    • She was indeed an incredible cat. Not a day goes by that I don’t talk to her still. I agree they give so much to us and I think there are the noblest beings on the planet. I’m sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved Luke. The one thing we know is that we will meet again on the other side. I appreciate your beautiful words and blessings. Many blessings, Cherokee Billie ❤

  6. robjam972000 said:

    I’m so glad I looked at your Blog today 🙂 What a beautiful special Cat Isis was to you. She was blessed gift.

    We lost our lovely 6 year old Maine Coon Polly last October and when I mean lost, she went missing. We think she is with someone else in our city. I contacted an Animal Communicator and she confirmed she was lost and with someone else. We haven’t yet been able to find her, but we’re still hopeful we may get her back but it’s been 6 months now since she went missing. We decided to get another Cat at Christmas time. Our local pet shop on Christmas eve had lovely black and white cat for sale. I have always loved black and white cats so it was like she was placed there. My older son named her Sookie after the character he liked in the True Blood series. I found out later that Sookie is another name for Susan. It’s also funny because there is that nursery rhyme called Polly put the Kettle on and the name Sookie features as in “Polly put the Kettle on and Sookie take it off again” Sookie was also very healing for all of us when my sister died. Sookie is a sweetie and very photogenic…

    Much love CB
    Susan xxxx

    • Dear Susan: Thank You for sharing your memories about your beloved cat. So happy to hear that you have a new and little baby with you. It’s one of them is so special and have their unique personalities. Good to see you here again my friend. Many blessings, Cherokee Billie

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