Once in a lifetime, if you are very fortunate, you will encounter nobility. Because it is such a rare quality you might, like myself, not immediately recognize it. Once you do however, it can not be denied no matter how improbable it’s host may seem to the world.
I met nobility. It shared my life for 18 years. It walked with silent grace beside me and now it is no more. It coddled me, uplifted me and was persistent in it’s affection for me.
It was forgiving, true and steadfast. This morning, I buried my cat and her nobility left me as her furry little body left her.
Many years ago, she was living in my store dumpster being feral as fate had made her. One day, it was so cold that she crawled into the heated van that I was unloading. I brought her home of course. I had her spayed with plans of finding her a home. As it turns out, she found one for herself. She was a playful ninja which evolved into as regal a feline as those who once graced the throne rooms of ancient Egypt.
I called her Kitty because giving her a name would mean that she would stay. As the years passed, the name became Miss Kitty. On this day, the day she let me, I know her name was Nobility. It always was. My cat ruled her world with a quietude and sincerity that humanity could aspire to.
I pet her one final time. I laid her in her pillowed basket. I placed her favourite brush and toy beside her. I wrapped it all in a sheep skin fur and sent her on her way up the mythical Nile to be rejoined with her ancient Gods, her nobility heralding her way.