Sunday, September 19, 2010

Chippewa, like the river...

This morning we awoke to this magnificent sunrise -- pink over the barn. 
It was glorious.
This morning we awoke to one less kitty waiting at the barn door. 
It was heartbreaking.

Chippewa - like the river.
Coming home.
Always running home.
Your barn waits - home.
This morning under was you.
Chippewa - like the river.

I make no apologies for falling madly, deeply,
head over heals in love with my animals. 
When no one else cares, they do.
When no one else will listen, they will.
As we buried our little Chippewa this morning,
Ralphie watched from his goat bridge.
He will miss him too.

Chippewa - like the river...


Cheryl in Wisconsin said...

I am so sorry Kari.
Having great love for you animals would require no apology. Quite the contrary.

Kari from Meadowview Farm said...

Thanks, Cheryl...I appreciate such kind words.

As this blog has become a journal for me, wanted to make sure to log these words I sent in an email to Jani at 5 a.m. this morning:

"Sunday morning we found Chippewa along the road - hit by a car. Buried him in the wild behind the barn. Ralphie stood at attention watching from the bridge - reminded me so of the bagpiper at my mom's burial -- such respect given such a little cat. Tears me up to not be able to protect my "littles" -- but I think that if I put them in a box with rules to abide by -- confined them to play here, eat this, don't go there --- it wouldn't be the life they were born into. Chippewa lived this wonderful 5 months -- almost every moment sweet beyond compare. So, when my mind said, bring them in, protect heart looked at the sunrise and said -- they get to live this, breath this...not watch it from a window. Live, Die. Circles. Bitter & Sweet. My heart is broken & resurrected. Tears for a barn cat."

Love to you all,

Kari from Meadowview Farm said...

The Gift:

This past spring my son, Ian, lost one of his 7 roommates to a very untimely passing. The boys were all woken to the news when a detective pounded on their door....too much for an older mind to wrap around, way too much for a group of 22 year olds to bear.

Time moves on -- only three roommates now living together on the Eau Claire campus - but still grappling with this loss.

So, last night I met Ian for supper. I talked about Chippewa --and in the safe harbor of that story, Ian talked about Kyle.

The gift, the why....the gift.

A mom & a son together working it through.

I arrived home to Hope with her first litter...a mom taking over.


Cheryl in Wisconsin said...

Your words pay such a beautiful tribute...

Jani said...

My version of heaven has a field of daisies with kittens chasing butterflies........

Kari from Meadowview Farm said...

My little guy is there - he's the one with the "c" on his little head.

d smith kaich jones said...

Kari - I should have said something yesterday when I stopped by here, but I couldn't find the words. My heart aches with yours. It matters not that he was a barn cat - love is love is love.


Kari from Meadowview Farm said...

words --- "love never ends"...
written in hearts, in stone. there. three words.

Thanks, Debi.
Of course you understand.


Jill said...

I definitely believe the death of animals has it's place to help in the loss of human life. I'm glad your little kitty had a purpose to also help your son grieve. I'm sorry for all the loss you are experiencing.
A lighter note--I sure hope your barn sale goes well. The little peak was enticing! Unfortunately, I'm not close to come!

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