Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Review: Buckley's Story, by Ingrid King
And, in the process, Ingrid found herself changing, too. The petite cat who she thought she had rescued was actually saving her:
"The process of bringing Buckley home, with all the emotional ups and downs it brought for me, is ultimately a testament to how much this little cat opened my heart. . .I was set in my ways. . .Buckley's exuberant energy and big heart required me to open myself to change."
As Ingrid plunged into her new careers, Buckley happily settled into her own new roles as "official greeter" and assistant Reiki practitioner:
"She would get up on the Reiki table and often curl up next to or on top of the client. I realized after a few sessions like this that she intuitively knew where extra energy was needed."
But Buckley's bright light would be extinguished all too soon. She developed a series of physical problems, which not only challenged her health but also tested Ingrid's ability as a healer. Her experience at the veterinary practice armed her with the knowledge she needed to get Buckley the best available treatment, but it didn't prepare her to be able to cultivate a sunny outlook. Only Buckley could do that:
"Buckley taught me how to stay in the moment and not get ahead of myself with worry. Despite being in considerable pain prior to having her teeth removed, she never spent any time worrying about the upcoming surgery, anesthesia, or recovery. . .I had learned that I could help her more by focusing on her well-being rather than worrying about whether she was going to get better. It was a constant process of redirecting my thoughts to something positive, whenever the old pattern of worry reared its ugly head."
As Buckley's condition deteriorated, I found myself tiptoeing through the chapters with a sense of foreboding and dread, though Ingrid infuses them with introspection, wisdom, and an unexpected twinge of optimism about her beloved cat's fate:
"We can choose which story we tell from moment to moment. We can focus on what we want and tell the story the way we want it to be, or we can focus on what we don't want or don't like and tell the story the way it is. . .So rather than telling the story the way it was--she had been diagnosed with a serious heart condition and had been given a poor prognosis--I choose to tell the story the way I wanted it to be: she was a happy little cat who was enjoying her life to the fullest."
I felt some of the same emotions as I faced the death of my own dear cat, Casey, whose life on earth ended just two days before Buckley's, in November of 2008. But I wish I had shown the same grace Ingrid did, as she readied herself to finally let Buckley go. A year later, as I came to the end of Buckley's Story, I cried for Buckley, for Casey, and for myself. But not for Ingrid King, who has written a heartfelt gem of a story that will resonate with me, and with anyone who reads it, for a long time.