I appreciate all the letters and comments regarding Johnny and it means a lot to me that so many people care about my cat. Here’s the latest update from the veterinarian: John went through a week of hydrotherapy (IVs to flush his kidneys) and they say his condition is still the same. Some days his vitals spikes high (a bad thing) and other days he gets lower (a good thing). Right now they’ve gone down just slightly, but still life-threatening. The vet admitted there’s nothing more they can do at this time, so they let him come home with me. I’m giving him medicine and vitamins now and will take him back to the vet in 7-10 days for more bloodwork to see how it’s working. The way I see it, it gives John a whole week to receive more magic and energy work to help clean out his system, and I get more time to do it.

This week has been chaotic. First I had to reformat my PC, then I couldn’t get online cause of a DSL complication with the phone line. The phone company came out here with a new surge protector and double-checked all the lines (at first they thought the reason I couldn’t get online was because of my alarm system, go figure). The next day, a Geek Squad agent came over to network my mac and pc together, get them both online, get them both connected, and get them both to recognize the printer. All this, while at the same time, traveling out to the vet’s office to arrive in time before a technician comes. It’s been one thing after another, but I will prevail. And so will Johnny.

I wrote this poem today, not sure if it’ll make sense to anyone, but it sure rings true to me.

Where the earth begins and the wind ends
we’ll never know
the potency of magic
it lives
it lies
it prevails
inner, outer, through, beyond
we wait
hoping, longing
for the answers.
And we may ask ourselves
what is the question
for which we desire answers
and the answer is always the same
the question is merely a construct
an illusion of our blueprint
our mirror of ourselves
going, going, gone
into another dimension
another plane in our universe
we live
we die
we continue
breathing, building
unseen futures
strengthening our fortitude,
blessed by the expanding wall of life
stretching the mind
yet again
to make one wonder
what is life
and are we really here.

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