Please Pray For My Kitty Buddha…

I’m going to keep this short and sweet. My understanding is that when you need a miracle, you should ask for one. And then take the actions necessary to carry it out on your own as best you can.

Well, I found out last weekend that one of my kitties, Buddha, has cancer.

Then I cycled swiftly through all of the stages of grief. But underneath it all, I have to tell you, I always had a feeling that this would happen to him one day.

Not that it really helps.

Buddha is twelve already so we’re not going down the let’s-just-cut-off-pieces-of-him-until-we-get-it-all path because up until now, he’s had a pretty sweet life. I’m not going to make him suffer. Not even for one day.

But cancer is cancer, as you know, and right now I’m pretty sure it intends on winning. We’re going to try a laser treatment in the New Year that may stimulate his immune system to fight the cancer, but I have to tell you, even with this slim hope, I’m not feeling too optimistic for the poor little guy.

He already seems to be slowing down and giving in and we can’t start the treatments until the New Year.

So, what do you do when you need a miracle? You ask your friends.

I know everyone is very busy with holiday preparation and travel and parties and all. And I certainly don’t want to be a big downer or lean on anyone unnecessarily.

So if this is the kind of thing that throws you out of your process, just click away and don’t even worry about it.

I know and trust that there are plenty of people out there who have felt the power of prayer and intention. And I’d like those people, who have a little extra minute and a modicum of faith, to help me set a clear intention for a happy end of life for my little guy.

Buddha is very precious. He’s the softest cat you ever touched. White with black spots even inside his mouth.

When I got Buddha, he was a kitten and he was so tiny that he couldn’t even meow. All he could say was, “Meeeeep!”

I thought he was so cute, so I picked him up with one hand and brought him up to my face and said something like coochy-coochy-coo…and he flashed his baby claws and dug them into my cheek.

Now Buddha is an old, ornery codger, as fat as Garfield. But underneath under all that attitude and all that blubber and all that, I guess, cancer, he’s still my precious little kitten.

And of all of our four cats, he’s the only one who will come and sit on your lap and let you brush his fur.

Another funny cat thing that Buddha does is lie on his back and spread out all of his legs so that his fluffy white belly is totally exposed. But if you try to touch or rub his belly, forget it. Show over.

So. Anyway. I could use help keeping Buddha going until after the New Year, so he can get his laser treatments and we can see if he can turn things around.

Maybe if everyone prays for him, I’ll start to believe that it’s possible that he can make it. But I’m also prepared for the worst.

Even if this were the end for him, as I said, he’s had a really wonderful life.

I know I said I would keep this short. Sorry that didn’t really work out.

Thanks for praying for Buddha. Here he is:

Thanks in advance for your good wishes for him. 🙂