He was lying in a wet pool, his back legs and lower back roughly twisted out of their normal position, and a gaping tear laced the band of white hair that ran down his coat. As I picked him up and carried him home, I could hear his wheezing and gasping for air, and I could feel him struggling. I thought to myself that I must be hurting him terribly.
And then I felt a familiar sucking sensation on my earlobe. Filthy, despite being in such pain, sore and clearly on the verge of death, was trying to chew on my ear. I hugged him tighter, and he laid his head in the palm of my hand. Then he turned his one golden eye toward me and I heard the distinctive sound of a purr. Even in this absolute pain, this scarred dirty cat begged for a little affection, maybe a little compassion.
At that point, I thought to myself that Filthy was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. At no time did he try to bite or scratch me, or to escape or struggle in any way. Filthy just looked at me, trusting me completely to alleviate his suffering.
He died in my arms before I got home, but I sat and held him for a long time, thinking about how one stray, scarred little cat could have so changed my perception of what true purity of spirit was, how one could love so fully and truly. Filthy taught me more about selflessness and compassion than a thousand books, lessons or talk shows could have, and I will always be grateful to him.
He was hurt on the outside, but I was hurt on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give myself completely to those who matter to me.
Many people would like to be rich, successful, admired, beautiful… But I will always try to be Filthy.
Filthy can probably teach us all a very valuable lesson about compassion and love.
Well, I cried a lot and I couldn’t stop!