It has been a year since Pixie joined me, and a long last she is beginning to settle.
After her rescue she was so traumatized that I really did wonder if she would ever lead a normal cat life, so brutal was her ordeal I did wonder if the scares were too deep for her to overcome.
Recently she has been getting a lot more tactile with me, to the point where she will come and asked to be petted, purring to her hearts content as I stroke her, and the last few nights she will wrap her paws around my hand and squeeze it close to her body, hugging it tightly to herself, such a holy blessing to be given.
Moments like these have no price, she has seen with her own eyes that not all humans are cruel, that a lifted hand does not mean pain any longer. That was the biggest challenge I had with her, opening her to trust.
Seeing the contentment within her is such a blessing, and each day that passes sees her relaxing just a little more, trusting a little deeper.
Love knows no boundaries, it has no restrictions, it simply weaves its magic around one soul and into the other, healing its way to wholeness with every beat of our hearts.................