Conrad and Sarah were two of four. The other two are Bernadette and Irene. Bernadette has been here before, but Irene is
new to us. Of the four girls, Irene is
the shyest, always huddling somewhere in the back of the cage while I played
with the other three. Now that Conrad
and Sarah are gone, Irene has come out of her shell. You would never know she had been shy. When I go to pick the two remaining girls up at
night and put them on the sofa with me to watch TV, Irene is as eager as
Bernadette. Though she still won’t let
me scoop her up in my hands, she readily climbs onto my hand and my am clinging
to me until I take her to the sofa. Even
sitting at the sofa she is all over me, nuzzling my ear, licking my lips,
trying to clean my teeth.
I was so strongly reminded of past rats in Irene’s sparkly
eyes and lithe movements of her tiny body. She reminded me of Lily and Flower, two other
rats that came before her. I tried to
imagine what she would be like if Sarah and Conrad were still living with her
and had trouble imagining because I think it is largely to do with hierarchy.
Eckhart Tolle says, “While nature is a beautiful expression
of the evolutionary impulse of the universe, when humans become aligned with
the intelligence that underlies it, they will express that same impulse on a higher
more wondrous level.” At least to trust that there is so much more than I can
see and that the universe knows what it is doing causes me to get quickly to
the wondrous and away from the sad. I
was so wrapped up in the joy of Irene last night that it was difficult to think
about Conrad and Sarah.
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