Six years ago, on the Friday after Thanksgiving, Buckley passed away after a long illness. For all those years, I’ve always commemorated her anniversary on the Friday after Thanksgiving, regardless of the actual date. This year, the anniversary falls on the actual date, November 28, and somehow, even though it’s been six years, this confluence makes this anniversary more poignant for me.
Thanksgiving will always be associated with Buckley for me – and not just because Thanksgiving Day 2008 was the last full day I spent with her. It’s also because I owe so much to this gimpy little cat who captured my heart from the moment I first saw her in her cage at the animal hospital I managed at the time. Without her, I might not have become a writer. Without her, The Conscious Cat might not exist. Even though Amber inspired this site, its original purpose, in addition to sharing my passion for making cats’ lives better, was to build a following prior to publishing Buckley’s Story. Most importantly, without her, my heart might not have been opened to the many wonderful lessons she taught me during her brief time with me.
So this Thanksgiving weekend, I’ll be remembering my special little cat – the cat who changed my life in ways I never could have imagined.
For me, remembering Buckley means spending quiet time reflecting on the years we shared. There are always tears, but as the years go by, there are more smiles than tears as I recall more happy memories than sad ones. A part of Buckley is always with me, but this conscious observance of the anniversary of her passing helps me honor the memory of her wonderful spirit and the blessings she has brought into my life.
The words that best summarize Buckley’s amazing spirit are the same words you’ll find on the last page of her book: