Gemma's Story

In promising to get your stories and photos of our brother and sister cats up, I have fallen behind...yet more so I realize they only people who can write these stories are you, so write them for your beloved cat friends, and be patient, i will post them. If you've written them before, and I've not put them up, write them again and pester me!

Each of you have brought something to me. Never think this is a 'one way street'.

As I connect and coach people all over the world I keep coming to understand how interconnected we all are, regardless of location, lifestyle, belief, economy or any other random fact.

So without further chatting on my part, here is Gemma's story, from South Africa, written by her person, Karin

The Story of Karin, Gemma and the Sleeping Legs

Once upon a time, very, very long ago, a soul was put into this world in the shape of a human. The soul could never quite get used to living among the humans and was always searching. It didn’t know what, but something was missing.


In the meantime it did normal human things, got married, had a husband and babies that it loved dearly and lived its life pretending to be what was given to it.


One day, the soul’s human husband brought home a teeny weenie little baby soul that had just made its way to their world. It was given the body of a kitty.


And so, Karin and Gemma met.


They had a wonderful life together, shared with all the other cat souls living with the humans. But it was not meant to last.


One day Gemma went chasing after cockroaches living in the storm drain outside their house. She always brought them in for the family. But a mean dragon caught her by the tail, flung her into a dungeon and told her not to make a sound. It was Christmas time and Gemma could hear the comings and goings, but did not dare to look. The dragon was still lurking outside. Until, at last, Karin found her. But she was broken. Her back legs were sleeping. But Karin had found her purpose in life and took care of her the best she knew how.


With the help of a kind, gentle and wise wizard living far, far away, days grew into months and life became easier with the Sleeping Legs.


And then, one dark autumn day, the dragon’s spell caught up with Gemma. Karin thought that they had banished it, but the dragon was clever and waited, just out of sight, for the right moment, . And on that fateful day, just as the two were lulled into a false sense of being okay at last, it came and tore Gemma away.


Karin stayed behind, devastated. Her quest had ended abruptly. Cruelly, and without warning. She cried and cried, and when she could cry no more, she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of days when the son shone brightly. And all the while she was aware of the comforting wizard’s presence.


She knew that to enable Gemma to escape the dragon’s claws completely, she would have to let go of her own sorrow. So, that morning, she began the preparations for the ceremony. Dressed in pure white, she went to their favourite, secret place – a spiral garden in the woods. This place had magical powers and they had spent many happy hours there, shielded from the realities of life. Nine stepping stones for each of Gemma’s nine lives. A broken candle at the entrance for Gemi’s broken body. Nine sticks of incense and nine sprigs of myrtle. In the middle, Karin placed Gemma’s favourite cloak and lit a whole candle. She knew instinctively that Gemma would be whole again where she was going. And with that, she said goodbye to her, and gave her permission to go ahead without her, and promised never to forget her.


At last, the dragon’s spell was broken and he could get to Gemma no more. She was whole again.


Karin and Kadeth, the wizard, remained friends, their love of cat souls binding them together.


Go in peace, my dearest Gemma.


Go in peace ...

This is not how it was supposed to be

I had it all planned, a clear picture
- yesterday still

We would win this
The day would come in maybe two years, at the longest.
Like Pumpkin
She would walk again

I even knew what it would feel like when she took her first step
Was it only last week that I felt a fraction of it?
When we made her first pee?
Pure, clean joy.
Gemma is gone.
I would give anything just to hold her little body again
even if only for one last time.
But the end came today and there is nothing left

I can't remember what I did before this,
three and a half months, an eternity.
I don't want to anymore

There is nothing left inside me
Where are you?
I am lost
 

 
Thank you my friend Karin, for writing this. Love to you and Gemma on this journey. Gemma, say hello to Pumpkin, and all his spirit brothers and sisters when you meet them.
Kadeth & Boogar