Through Azure Eyes

Our household is emptier with the death of Indie, an amazing and beautiful being.  He was brought into our household by Rob, to swell the clowder equaling six cats. 

Indie was the least aggressive of  the bunch.  He would sit while the others ate, hovered over treats, and played.  A few of the cats would chase him, despite our efforts to prevent this.  Speed offered the way to a high perch or into the shadows, unlike the rest he was fast, very fast.  Play was awkward for Indie, he would try for a moment or two then bolt, I imagined he was not afforded the nurturing experience of kitten games.  His vision became poor, a genetic trait for his breed.   

Yet he adapted, learned to skirt the edges with a constant careful watch.  Patience allowed Indie to co-exist and quickly found his way into our hearts.  In quiet times he would show great affection.   Indie enjoyed curling on one’s chest, his downy white lions mane, a low rumbling purr, and deep blue eyes were the gifts offered. 

In the wake of Indie’s death, I have reflected to consider, in many ways, that we shared a similar disposition when navigating life. Waiting for others to go first, staying at the fringes, not calling attention unless the time felt safe and quiet, and looking at the world slightly blurred. 

As with any close being, the pain is as great as the loss.  And so is the gratitude, he brought much joy to our lives.  I am fortunate to have had his presence in my world, and will miss all that made Indie, Indie, and the look of his azure gaze.