A Father’s Day Miracle
By Richard Mabey Jr.
This past Father’s Day, I experienced a miracle. I am not speaking from some high pulpit, with a strict religious perspective of the definition of the work, miracle. I am speaking from the core center of my heart. And, I know that I experienced a miracle, this past Father’s Day.
This past Sunday, about three o’clock in the afternoon, I went to the refrigerator to get a glass of wonderful green tea, no sugar added, iced tea. As I grabbed the pitcher from the refrigerator shelf, I noticed that dear, sweet Figaro was sitting there by the refrigerator’s side, in front of the stove. This was one of her favorite places to relax in the afternoon, because there is a little rug there in front of the oven.
As I poured my glass of iced tea, I saw Little Figgy roll over on her back and then outstretch both of her front legs to me, as if to say, “pick me up, Daddy.” So I put the pitcher of green tea, iced tea on the kitchen counter and leaned over and picked up the precious, cute little fur ball.
I held Little Figgy, as I often did, as if she was a little baby. Her head rested in the nook of my right elbow. I firmly held her lower back with my left hand and forearm. Figgy looked up to me and meowed. Then she lifted her right front paw, with claws held within her paws, and gently touched my right cheek.
Then, she looked at me for a moment and then gently tapped my right cheek three times, as if to say, “I love you.” They were three distinct taps, in four/four time. Clearly; one tap, split second rest, second tap, split second rest, then the third tap. I looked into Little Figgy’s eyes and sadly I could see that she was in pain. It broke my heart. I knew deep in my heart, her earthly life was soon to come to a close.
I started to tear up a bit. Then Little Figgy bravely meowed at me, as if to say, “it’s okay Daddy, don’t cry.”
That night dear, sweet Little Figgy had some kind of attack. It was about three o’clock in the morning. She shuttered and went into a kind of convulsion and was having difficult breathing. I knew it was only a matter of hours.
At about eight o’clock, Monday morning, my sister Patti called the veterinarian’s office. Patti explained what had happened to Little Figgy during the night. The young woman at the veterinarian’s office set up an emergency appointment for nine o’clock.
My sister drove the van as I held Little Figgy on the way to the doctor’s office. Poor Little Figgy was having a hard time breathing. I tried my best to breathe into the dear kitten’s nostrils. But it did little good. The drive time from my house to the veterinarian’s office is about 45 minutes. The whole time we rode there, I held Little Figgy, cradled like a little baby. The whole time I was holding Little Figgy, she kept focused, looking at me. As I looked Little Figgy in the eye, in between times of trying to breathe into her little nostrils, I talked to her to hopefully comfort her. I told her that I loved her. I told her that she would be going to a beautiful place and that she would once again see her special friends, Foxy and Lady Bug. Little Figgy quietly meowed to me when I told her that.
When we got to the veterinarian’s office I cried my eyes out, saying goodbye to my dear little friend as she breathed in her last breaths. I deeply mourn her passing. I loved that little cat so very much. I pray that there really is a Rainbow Bridge. I pray that in some way, some fashion that there is an after life and that I will once again see Little Figgy. Sometimes, life is tough.