Eyes Are The Mirrors to Our Soul
By Barbara McGrady
(Editor's Note: Barbara McGrady Is
President of Society for the Protection of Animals.
She volunteers most of her time to animal welfare issues. The following
is a true "tail".)
"Humankind has not woven the web of life.
We are but one thread within it.
Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves.
All things are bound together.
All things connect."
Last Saturday, my husband Terry and I were sitting at
our vet's office waiting for our turn for the vet to look at
Van Gogh, a cat we rescued from the fairgrounds three
years ago. He has a chronic problem with feline
blistering disease (an autoimmune problem).
While there, a young woman walked in with a little
cat clutched close to her breast. There was also an
older woman and a really cute, talkative little boy
who was about three years old. They stood at the
counter for a considerable length of time, waiting for
the receptionist to return. She was in the back checking
on another animal's test results for someone on the
During their wait, the little boy struck up a conversation
with Terry and me. He said they had two cats, but one
was run over, and that now they have one. And that cats
belong outside, not inside, and that one cat was plenty.
His cat was all white and his name was Casper, he said.
Listening to him reminded me of just how much of "us"
is reflected in our children. I continued to listen, while
all the while watching the reactions of the two adults
who accompanied him.
The younger woman holding the cat had a strange, cold,
emotionless look on her face. She would not make eye
contact with me, even when I asked, "So why do you
have a sweater on your cat. What is wrong with her
She stared off into space and in a barely audible voice
said, "She's got bad sores on her neck." I still didn't
understand the sweater.
I heard her say "mom" to the older woman with her. The
little boy was the older woman's grandson, as he called
her grandma. The woman holding the cat was the little
The grandma seemed annoyed it was taking so long as
she tapped her foot continually against the floor.
The receptionist came back to the counter, and I
strained to hear the muffled voice of the woman
holding the cat... "We need to have her put to sleep,"
she said to the receptionist.
The receptionist began filling out the papers and
looked a little perplexed. Even though people working
at a vet's office deal with this sort of situation
everyday, I bet it never becomes easy for them.
The cat was young, a dilute tortie. The cat's eyes were
clear and defined as she made direct eye contact with
me as I sat on the bench waiting for our turn. Without
hesitation, I stood up and walked very close to the
women and said in a low voice, "If finances are a
problem, our organization can help."
The older woman said, "Well, finances are only part
of the problem. Our apartment manager won't allow
more than one pet and we just got a dog."
I looked into her daughter's eyes as she held the cat and
said,"What about you? Do you want us to save your cat?"
She said, with tight lips, that it was up to her mother,
so I turned back to the mother and said, "We will
take over total responsibility for this cat if you will
allow us to do so. We will pay for all medical expenses
and find her a loving home. If you decide to put her
to sleep, you certainly can. She is your cat, after all.
The decision is yours."
I looked into the daughter's eyes and for the first
time saw a spark of life. She had seemed as if she
were in a zombie like state. The frown lines on her
forehead now eased as she faintly smiled.
The mother was realizing, I think, that she would be
saving the euthanasia charges, and said, "Well, I
guess that would be better than putting her to sleep".
As I looked up, my husband and Van were gone.
They had been called into the exam room without
my knowing. As I hurried away I said, "Don't worry,
I promise we will place your kitty in only the best of
Van Gogh's exam took an unusually long time, as
there were many possible treatments for his auto-
immune problem. When the exam was over, Terry
walked out into the waiting room with Van. I was
packing up things we had brought with our cat when
I heard a sound, looked up, and saw the young
woman approaching me.
Tears streamed down her face as she said, "I wanted
to wait to be able to tell you how happy you made me
just now. I didn't want my cat to die. She was fine until
my mom got a dog, and I think she has really bad fleas
from the dog going in and out, so I made her the sweater
to try to keep her from scratching. I really love her, and
I want to thank you for saving her life."
A lot became obvious to me just then. I hugged her
with all my might and told her that I didn't offer to
save the cat JUST for the cat's sake, but also for her
sake. I told her that I somehow sensed her pain and
knew she was hurting very badly. I looked her in the
eyes and said, "Hey, Happy New Year. We'll take good
care of your cat, I promise."
For the next week we boarded the cat, whose name is
Cassie. She received all of her first shots but could not
be spayed until her sores were healed. She had a horrible
case of fleas, and had an allergic reaction to their bites.
She received an injection to help her heal and can be
spayed in the near future.
Cassie quickly showed us that she is a sweetheart with
a splendid personality. I visited her and watched her
personality slowly unfold. The girls at the vet's office
worked with her to calm her down, I think, because
they said she was a little nasty the first few days. She
was afraid, I'm sure, being put into a cage without
knowing what was going to happen to her. You see...
she had no idea exactly what was in store for her.
Actually, neither did I.
Society for the Protection of Animals is a very small,
nonprofit, animal welfare organization with limited funds.
Very limited funds. But my inner voice SHOUTED to me
that day that this kitten was intended to live and I was
the one intended to see that she was.
We rarely get a call from anyone interested in adopting
an adult cat. But three days ago a woman from our
local health food store called to say she was divorced,
had moved into a new apartment and was looking for
a loving cat to sit on her lap and keep her company.
Sometimes things seem to happen in a synchronistic
way. I don't claim to understand it, but since I've
begun doing animal rescue, I've seen it again and
again, and realize what a blessing it is to serve
these sometimes unappreciated creatures.
I picked Cassie up at noon from the vet's today and
took her to her new home. Jeannie was waiting for us
at the front door. I walked into her apartment and felt
an incredible sense of peace. I sat Cassie down on
her floor and expected her to bolt and hide under a
sofa somewhere, as most cats and kittens do when
first introduced to new surroundings. But that isn't
Cassie looked around and actually seemed to have
an expression of delight on her sweet little feline face.
She slowly and confidently walked from room to
room rubbing the sides of her mouth on every object
that she could as she walked by. She looked at her
brand new litter box as if to say, "Don't worry, I
know what that is for."
Jeannie called her over to her, and she made her way
directly swinging her bottom as she walked as if she
really were somebody now. Tears welled in my eyes to
see that her personality had remained intact. Looking
at her now, no one could have known that she was within
seconds of a certain death. "Of course I knew I would
be rescued by someone!" she seemed to be saying.
She will serve a purpose now as a lifetime companion
to this lovely woman from the Health Food Store who
is starting a new life in a new apartment. My guess is
they will become best friends.
You know, I will never forget the look in this kitty's eyes
as she looked back at me at the receptionist's counter.
We were her last hope. If, as I've always heard, the eyes
are the mirrors to the soul, Cassie reflected something
to me that day, a vision of the commonality of spirit of
all living beings. Seize the day. God is compassionate.
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