It’s just over seven weeks now since Bianco Nove went home. I thought it was only proper that this blog was first shared on October 4th, the feast day of St. Francis of Assisi (Francesco). He has been a prominent ‘mentor’ in my life given his love of animals and tender ability to communicate and become ‘one’ with them. Growing up Catholic, I even took his name at confirmation. (The only girl in my class to take a male name. Guess the rebel was in me from an early age. haha)

Instilled with the respect and yearning to care for what part of the animal kingdom that I could, I realized early on the healing power they shared, the development and nurturing of a heart connection. This has resulted in the adoption of a little girl named ‘Sukanya’ (beautiful  girl’ in Sanskrit.) Knowing we never replace a dear animal family member, I do also know that opening my heart and home to one in need is perhaps the perfect solution to easing the pain of the loss.

While I know nothing of her beginnings, I do know that Sukanya came into my life from an anything but optimal situation. She was found outside a shelter in Los Angeles in near 100 degree heat, abandoned in a carrier, pregnant and about to give birth. The shelter was full and going to euthanize her. There she was discovered by a cool rescue group out of Ferndale, Washington called ‘The Main Street Mutt Gals’ – yes, a doggy rescue. Their van was down south picking up abandoned dogs, bringing them back to find homes when they ‘met’ Sukanya and she joined the canines for a trip north. She was then taken in by a foster mom where two days later she gave birth to 5 kittens.

Knowing that adopting another kitty would be balm for my grief in the loss of Snow Lion, a random search of the internet brought her to my attention. And the rest was history.

She is now in the process of making herself at home. Apparently living with a dog had not been a part of her ‘past life’ because she was originally terrified of Nanda, my rescue golden. He would look at her with total confusion not understanding why in the heck she would be so mean to him. Over the days there has been a bit of mellowing in her behavior, but he has had to put up with several unprovoked swipes of the paw. Now it’s looking more like a power play on her part than fear. Hence, the addition of a squirt gun to our home. (No one hurts my boy.) 😉


So while the grief is still just below the surface, the healing is taking place. And our newly modified trio celebrates each day and each moment with
an angel kitty watching over us.

“Not to hurt our humble brethren is our first duty to them, but to stop there is not enough. We have a higher mission — to be of service to them wherever they require it.”

-St. Francis of Assisi