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.
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.
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.