Showtunes

William Shakespurr is full of surprises. Until last night I haven’t had a good night’s sleep without locking him out of the bedroom and curling up with Sprite and Sprite alone. He stayed last night due to a discovery made in the morning.

I had my Person hand me my antique music box. It is shaped like a grand piano, though the lid is missing now. I wound it up, pulled the wire and a tinkling tune began to play. The Impossible Dream from Don Quixote. You will find that is a theme I listen to often, and have for most of my life.

William came running in to the room and had to investigate the sound. He was quiet, as he usually is but sniffed it. The music stopped and he looked disappointed. His ears drooped and he lowered himself to try and figure it out. I wound up the box again and set it in the same spot.

This time he put one ear against the glass where the music is created. He switched ears as the box wound down again. On the third wind he decided to lay on it, seeing if that would keep it going or claiming it. The music stopped, as the little wire that used to go up and down with the piano lid was pressed in by his body. He got up, and it started again. He did not lay on it a second time but instead put his nose to the glass staring inside. I had to give it another wind and this time he seemed frustrated.

He flipped the box on it’s side, using one paw to keep it from falling over fully and then tried to lift the box with his mouth. It was too heavy for him, so he tried to drag it. He wanted to take it away. At this time I was curious as to why other music didn’t effect him this way. The not so savage beast was tamed by … Showtunes?

Turning to the computer I pulled up a recording of the Impossible dream. He laid down and let me hide the music box in my purse, as I needed it for the day. He was just as happy. It was a sign! I currently am paying way too much for TV and therefore have access to an entire TV station for showtunes. I put that on the TV after the song on the computer was through and to the tune Hello Dolly discovered he was relaxing, calm, and content.

I left to go and watch a speech, and when I came in both he and Sprite were curled up watching the TV, though there were no moving pictures. They were hooked on the showtunes. William has changed his behavior. He was quiet enough I let him sleep with me, though normally this means I do not sleep.

He was warm, soft, and he was well behaved. Even as the night wore on I slept hard and without any interruptions. When I woke he continued to sleep too. When running out of the room suddenly, he did it for the first time without running first into the walls. Showtunes? He apparently needed to have some calming music. He seems like a different cat. Did the Broadway gods come and steal the William I know and am often annoyed at replacing him with this alien copy? That would make him a copy cat.

All I know is this, I love Showtunes and they have him behaving so well our house is now going to be filled with the standards of the stage!

Remebering Julia

My silence yesterday was due to being out of the house paying bills, doing a little shopping at the best Thrift Store I have ever seen, and driving out to another city so that I could attend the memorial service for a friend who recently passed. Julie was special. I remember her in sweetness, I remember her liveliness.

I also will never forget the lessons she taught me in surviving pain. A lot of what i figured out about ability was the attempt to mimic her behavior. You see she had Lupus, there were probably other things that ailed her but her body was weak like mine. She was in pain. She was also always smiling, ever sweet, and even when she was being tread upon had something positive to do or say.

What would Julie Do right now? My first few times trying even to get a diagnosis I asked that. How would she keep calm? I am not sure what her exact method was but she became a teacher, even as time took us and separated us. I came back into the life of her husband but did not have the opportunity to visit her before her passing. I think in some ways this is a very good thing. I will always remember her laughing, I will always be able to see her spirit in my heart. I will always regret not seeing her one last time. Even if I had seen her recently, I would have that regret.

I also credit Julie and her husband with teaching me that love can exist. You see, this pair works like me and my Person do. Until meeting them I had not met a happy couple. Every married couple I knew of was either enroute to divorce, unhappy, holding obvious abuse, or they were incompatible and never saw one another. Julie and her husband always were together. There was an intimacy about seeing them talk, there was a closeness that is very difficult to describe but was mind blowing to me.

My teenage self wanted that. I also told myself it was impossible. I modelled some of what I wanted out of love on what they had. Respect, Love, Trust, Faith, and an openeness to all friendships. These made up their life together, and it is what both individuals had. I will miss Julie. I also will support her husband, he is my friend and anything he needs that is in my power I will do. Not just out of respect for him but out of respect for her.

I cried at her memorial. I learned too, that she and I have a favorite song that matches. It doesn’t just match, but, it embodies the spirit of advocacy, it embodies living, and it embodies what Julie was like.

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far

To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause

And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star

Julie reached that star. She reached the next unreachable star, and the next. Thank you for changing my life, for showing me a path to live on, and for being such a brilliant woman. I do not cry for many, but, I am honored to cry for Julie.

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