January of 2024 had (seemingly) 70 something days in it before it finally moved on. February is only half way over, but it feels like it may outlast January’s reign.
February 1st marked the day my son Jasper experienced an avulsion fracture of his right patella, found through X-ray that day, and that alone began a journey. Only two days later, on February 3rd, I was notified that a cat I affectionately helped raise many years ago, maybe I dare even say “co-parented”, had to be put down. In the midst of my son’s happenings, I had tabled processing this loss.
Lots of proceedings for Jasper’s injury ensued. Many calls, several doctor visits, a second opinion, coordinations and some scheduling later, Jasper had surgery on his right knee on Thursday the 15th. I literally became exhausted during that journey though, in the path to surgery, exploring avenues. After the initial X-Ray, there was an MRI done, to which surgery was the recommendation. In an effort to get a second opinion to validate that surgery was needed, there were several dead-ends encountered, and obstacles such as not being able to get in for a visit for weeks.
The final leg of that journey was an experience of resolve and even divine will, however. An avenue explored on Tuesday the 13th, led to an in-person visit on Wednesday the 14th that confirmed surgery was needed, and the second opinion doctor and facility felt right, so it was decided to pursue surgery there, to which they had an opening the very next day of Thursday the 15th.
I come back to a time of rest from that process, and aloneness to contemplate this and the dear cat, to write this blog. The cat’s name was Jorie. I am one who gives nicknames a lot, and the first nickname she had was JoJo. That evolved when I told my dad back then about our cat JoJo, to which he smirked and said “Mojo JoJo!” - a reference to a supervillain character in the cartoon (and archenemy to the) Powerpuff Girls. Mojo JoJo stuck for me at that point, and I would toggle between the three. She had other nicknames given to her, such as Boo and Nan. I had to inquire with Jen on how long it had been - Jorie had lived 20 years, which is a decent life for a cat. Jorie had only been in my immediate life for a small amount of the beginning of those years, but I loved her much the same as every other pet I ever had, and treated her as if she were my own. I’ve owned a lot of cats in my life, and yet I’m allergic to them (see, love hurts). It was just about 9 months ago that Jen told me she was worried about Jorie, that she was acting weird, and I sent Reiki to her. Jorie was the last cat I had, and thus the most recent one I held a bond with that left a personal mark in my heart and soul. She will be missed, and in her honor, I’m placing her picture as the image for this blog. I can only imagine the depth of the loss for Jen, who had her for the duration of Jorie’s life.
I went to the Dream Arc earlier tonight and looked up Cat. Of course, it’s associated with Gene Key 40, and the Gift of Resolve. “Unlock Your Design” labels 40 with the Archetype of “The Father”, and I immediately saw the correlation to my son and Jorie in this…
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