The Chronicles of a Caregiver

A Magical Moment

My clients cat recently passed and I was actually really really pissed about how the whole situation went down. Thinking about it makes me want to cry. I wont go into very much detail because it is extremely gory on how the cat passed. But essentially the cat was extremely suffering and the daughter said "oh tylenol will fix everything" she layed there suffering till the cat was basically done for.

Anyway I went back to work after my covid scare, I was gone 6 days, I didnt have covid whooo! I went into Janes bedroom and asked "hey hows kitty" and immediately her daughter started crying and Jane said "shes dead" Well what a wonderful first day back from work. I know right? Molly passed three days prior to me coming back. I felt awful. I love cats and to hear that her kitty passed was truly dreadful for me. I knew I needed to do something though. Then a lightbulb went off. A painting.

I like to paint and I know how hard losing a pet it. My first guinea pig momma passed when she was only a year old. What kept me going though was the poem the rainbow bridge.

"Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...."

I knew exactly what I was going to do. I wasnt sure what size canvas to use since I had a whole damn poem to write. I already had a blue canvas painted. I cant remember what size it was. But I began painting.

And it turned into an epic fail.

I got half way writing the poem and I realized I cant write worth shit with a paint brush. So I just waited for my acrylic markers to come and I started fresh.

I bought acrylic markers on amazon. They weren't the best quality but thats what I get for 20$. But the markers were perfect for the job. I could easly write the poem neatly. Once I got the markers I decided to do the poem in rainbow colors to match the theme. The poem took 2/3rds of the canvas up. The rest of the canvas I decided to do some painting.

I attempted to draw a calico cat which actually turned out great and then I painted a rainbow and grass. The cat was laying on the grass. The painting resembling molly in heaven.

I was extremely proud of this painting it took 3 days to do.

Molly died about 2 weeks before I was able to get the painting to her. My presentation was quite poor. I uh, wrapped it in a trashbag so the rain wouldn't mess the paint up.

I had to wait for the right moment to give it to her because you know I wanted it to be special.  Jane was at breakfast. No. Not the right time she could get food on it. Or she could start crying and lose hee appetite. After breakfast.

After breakfast Jane was going to take a nap and I brought over the trashbag and had her open it.  And the moment was magical.

I dont even know how to explain it. The look on her face while she was reading it. The crack in her voice saying her kittys name. Just how much she loved it, the moment was magical. She got so much comfort from that one painting   That has been my favorite moment as a caregiver.

It was magical to bring peace to her.