the tragic story of my best friend

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What greater gift than the love of a cat ? Charles Dickens

Motica In Memoriam

This e-book is entirely dedicated to the memoryof my best friend Motica, the Siamese tomcat,which not only gave me all the time his unconditionallove but certainly a part of his vital energy.

Please understand this is a copyrighted material.No one can assume to have the same feelings.

Not in this world. Not now.

STEFAN TITA


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TABLE OF CONTENT

What is this about?The meeting in the forest

Closed FriendsOne half of lifeHere today, gone tomorrow !

The groundbreaking revelationThey said, I agree

Final words


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What is this about?

This is a real life story. My wife and I are mourners andI think nothing could clear by the end of our life the endlessdisorder and pain that brought for us the tragedy of losingour best friend.

"Motica" is not more here ! He died in the night of

17/18 June (Europe time) after an ordeal which we haveterribly affected too, because we could not alleviate him.

One week after the tragic change occurred into our livesI can not yet accustome to a reality that I dont want toaccept. But I have to understand that death is, in his casetoo, a permanent and irreversible condition.

Because I still am human and I believe in the power ofthe mind to pass through the darkness, I try to put orderinto what happened. I believe that the tragic story of his lifecould change something in our world, for some people andsome innocent animals and I know I must make it public.

Is my way to not passively resign. Mine Motica was afighter and I should be like him.

Not many dead people, humans, have however e-booksrelated to their life. I know it. I realize it. I apologize about it.Probably many of them deserve to must have. But even hewas a little not speaking creature, Motica will have this onefor his life and pain.


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God is in all beings and every being is unique.Our world is full of pain and the apparent tranquility or

serenity of the moment are misleading. Sufficiency is acrack that appeared suddenly in a weakness, andoverwhelming pain is ready to invade us.

The urge to live each day as would be the last to collectso much joy that you can and not be taken as unpreparedwhen the evil is happening is true here again, in our relation

with our pet friends.


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The meeting in the forest

It happened at the beginning of the summer season, justfive years ago. Me and my wife, both, has graduated asschool teachers but at that time I was a self employedowning a little advertising company. Although she had notdone so as habit, my wife accompanied me in a visit to theBaile Herculane - Romanian spa climate, a beautiful littletown, where I had to meet some clients.

I followed my program discussing to conclude publicitycontracts with owners of the boarding houses. At onemoment I called one of them and I parked the car near aforest selvedge, where I had to go probably not more than150 meters to meet the man.


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When I left the car I noticed a presence moving in anearthen mound in the forest. I told to my wife: "Here's a

cat!" And only after that I left.

Perhaps that was the moment when we received somesignal by an unknown way, as we needed, withoutknowing, to complete a secret mission for which we wasthere.

So when I returned the cat was lying quietly on my wife'slap in the car.

I was a little surprised and got simple explanation: as Imissed my wife approached him, spoke, and then hefollowed her and went alone in the car, as for that we wouldhave expected.

I looked carefully and noticed that he was weak,obviously not fed for some time. I started slowly, drivingcarefully. I bought for him something and we stoppedseveral times giving him food and water.

We are committed on the way home. I had to go 45kilometers. We had an unknown cat with us, of course lostby someone there, Herculane is a tourist town.

The cat was nice, but we were wondering if we could keephim because we already had at home several female catsfor many years.


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The mutual knowing, a necessary step

Mutual knowing was a necessary step and both sidesacquired it with patience and small movements in a timelong enough to clarify things.

I must be honest and admit that the newcomer took usunexpectedly. Yes, we appreciated his beauty andgentleness but his presence in our family was not planned,

we had cats already.

It was understood that because he was in need I couldnot leave there. in the forest, we would not feel comfortabledoing it. At the same time but clearly I had not any decisionto keep. It was rather trying to help a being that, after aperiod of quarantine, all assumed to be mean to provideurgent care, would be followed to find them a home and

another stray animal lover.

Again, we had cats and another mean maybe too much.But now I understand we was not yet ready then todiscover more and more.

In other words, we was still enclosed in the category ofpeople with cats, having however a limited relationshipwith them , even if they know much about living together.

Most people think and do so. Jump for us these thingswould change soon.

I watched carefully what would happen. And the cat had areserved and cautious behavior. even if not was accepted


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from the start as agreed company by the other cats. He didnot attack in any way and did not respond to challenges.

When a situation could degenerate he sit quietly to watch.

A revelation for him as soon as we got home was to findat his new home the special dry food grains ( probably inexistence before been taught).

We began by researching carefully studying every inch of

his being.

Cat whom we still do not have a name was a Siamesebreed tomcat. Normal sized, light chocolate brown hair andmedium length dark brown areas on the head and paws, hehad a short tail tuft and clear blue eyes.

Because he was lost in the woods, my wife discovered

that he had a tick in the back and removed it. One longcanine from the front was broken in half, we could notimagine why.

It was everything we know about him. Examining teeththe veterinarian estimated that would have been about fouryears. He had such and care required by his situation at themoment..

Days passed, one by one. Days turned into weeks and itwas almost a month when we loved him already, It wasclear that we will remain together forever in our house.

He had not a name yet but I refused to accept a givenjust because "so are called cats."


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I told him alternately "Siamica" or "Motica" and the latterproved to be more appropriated, an appellation which he

reacted himself. Later, my wife said him even "Child",perhaps because it was actually the position of treating himas if we were his parents.

I read in the Internet about Siamese breed.I wanted tobe well informed with everything we could better serve theneeds of our new friend.

I learned there that Siamese have a very modulated andvaried vocal register, different from all other existing cats onEarth. I had to convince that our experience to date inconnection with the cats was poor and we have alwaysmeaning every day to learn from him.

I read and learned too that the manifesting love attitude

of Siamese cats may occur at a very high level. It was thebeginning of an adventure of knowing.


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Closed Friends

We live, man and animals, in communities with differentrules on the same planet and in this world full of pain.

We are built otherwise, us and every species of notspeaking beings , so there it can not be question to overlapperfectly the interests and concerns.However both amongpeople and between humans and not speaking beings can

establish strong and indestructible ties of friendship.

I am bound to state both for what my friend Motica wasfor us and for all cases where such a relationship isestablished: when an animal will give you love this will bewithout limits and ambiguity , wholly and unconditionally. Ofcourse this does not happen suddenly, steps are needed togo, but there comes a point where you feel that the other

feels and lives for you and for that your soul produces joy.

No matter how angry you become because life is hardand unforgiving, when you come home where a soul givesyou an endless love this will feel a great relief and this maybe one reason why many of us choose to make their petfriends.

Motica has given us this great love and great joy. Heengaged with each family member a different behavioralrelationship and for everyone he had something special todo.

He and me, we was inseparable friends. Because I spendhours at the computer, his pleasure was to stay on my


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knees or sometimes to have the head on paws giving thefeeling that he follows what is happening on screen. I

noticed then that he likes to listen to melodious music oldstyle or even symphonic music. His body was thenrelaxed.

During the long winter nights he used to nestle close to mein bed with his head on my hand and stretched long as hewas near my heart.This was a supreme sharing of thesame heat, same time way.

It is known that cats can absorb on their body someenergies that can be harmful for us, causing pain. And hedid it many times, he managed to diminish to extinctioneven pain caused by a kidney stone.


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I found, in time, that by an exquisite mechanism he wasable to detect my thoughts, at least some of them. And that

meant for instance that if I thought that he bothers me theway he sat, or that I should move to do something but cannot he immediately was going elsewhere.

Communication between us was maintained even at aconsiderable distance. When I was away for a few days tonearly a thousand miles his image appeared on my mind

several times and when I got back my wife said he came tomy room an hour earlier. He waited me, I found him there.

Me and him, we had a greeting: when I stretched indexfinger closer to him he touched with his nose.

He tried to approach to my horizons and allowed me todeepen their. We had a good time together!


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The soul of the house

There is not a subjective interpretation and what we feelnow, when Motica is not more here, the great wildernesswich filled all, confirms that it is the truth.

He was the soul of the house.It did not happen just at first but after a while we all felt

that the tomcat had become an entity that not only

completed us in a necessary mode but there was the saltand pepper of our house and our existence.

We asked about him on the phone when we leaved andwhen returning home the first words were, almost always:"Where's the tomcat? '" What does Motica ? "

We organically felt the need to be with him, around him,

to perceive him physicaly ,that was a necessary corollaryof our existence that otherwise would have been muchthinner, as is now.

Motica was an explorer, he knew every corner of thehouse better than we all know where the things are andeverything smells of course. He could tell much more thanus about our house because it was primarily his house.

Many things we have experienced can not be toldbecause they can not be expressed in simple words.

I knew, I felt that between us was much more than theordinary relationship with a pet and so every time we leftwe told him and only him, with confidence that it can andwill


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know to do in our absence: "Take care of home, Motica !"

The first major attempt

It's been such a year and it was in winter. The dayspassed and joy was normally present in our house.

And suddenly something bad happened, unexpected:Motica has been seriously ill.

We could not prevent it. My wife,as a teacher, wasalways in contact with sick children. A virus struck heavilyin school teams and even the animals are generally notsusceptible to be sensible at human viruses in this case ithappened.

My tomcat was sitting in my arms, I was working on the

computer, and his eyes were weeping and his mouth wassecreting spittle.

Disease progression was accelerated. In a few hours thesame evening, nasal breathing became very noisy, stridentand finally blocked. He tryied hard to breathe and almostwas an agony.

Of course we got to the doctor, even three times a day. Itried everything, including some drugs recommended foruman use.

I prayed God to help him to be in live, I have beenalways willing to give him a part of my life if this were


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possible.

In my despair, I called to an old friend , physicist andinventor, known with some particular concern including theparanormal, a man who knew much about the beingsbody's energy , where the first cause and cure any diseasewould manifest in the physical body.

Maybe you cant understand and some people do not

believe and will never believe this but I can assure you thatthings are really so many materials where you can findinformation about this topic are for real.

I will not tell unimportant things now but I say that after adirect contact with my tomcat and a few hours teleworkingmy friend gave me a phone message conveying " I savedhim, I succeeded, would have had only two life days

otherwise ! "

In the next room, Motica began to breathe freely, quietly,and after a few days was fully recovered and he was thesame cheerful and good friend.


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One half of life

I will always claim that , among all not speaking beingswhich humans managed to be friends, cats are on aprivilegiate place, and from all, the Siamese cats are areality which can not speak about until you have met;except that between individuals of the same breed may besome differencies , in cats as in humans too.

In our living with Motica it was clear from the beginningthat we are his second family. We was those who he askedfor help in a watershed moment in his life that his goal wasthe survival.

He gave us his love and himself in his whole adorablebeing but his first moments in this world and an importantnumber of experiences and emotions, and spiritual ties of

course, was sent to other people, the family who have losthim in the forest.

We could not assume anything about the estimated first4-5 years of its existence before and we were clear that wewill tie a half-life that we wanted to make him as beautifulas possible.

I watched him sometimes sleeping deeply and gently flophis lips in a dream remembering time when it was smalland it was sucked from the mother cat. His dream was aproof that we managed to give him the peace of mind toreturn without fear so much time, knowing that his sleepwas safe.


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Sometimes, rarely and only for a while, until thosememories faded of course, he seemed to have a nightmare

and woke up a little nervous, as if he was ready to actagainst an aggressor unknown to us.

There were few visible things for us coming from the past,plus the fact that it was not neutered and we respected hisintegrity among its body and the decision of his formermasters. We should take the same decision in their place.

I want to believe, but nobody and nothing canunfortunately confirm this, that in our endeavor to offer hima happy continuation of the existence we did what wewanted and we was for him good people, which have notdeceived him.

I often told him as a story telling to a child you love:

"It was once , it is now and will always be a beautiful ,brave, good and smart tomcat. It's our tomcat. This are you,Motica, and for all we love you ... "

How was it, really, the other half of his life ?


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Here today, gone tomorrow !

Death is not a joke! It is, unfortunately, the truest thingthat can happen and happens to us all sometime after birth.For some, the moment comes early, as was the case withhim.

Life is, sometime, very tricky. You can not actually knowwhat will happen in the next half hour, tomorrow or

another day. At least we humans usually can not know.

I sincerely believe today that Motica knew. And he tookaction in a way that we did not understand, immediately. Aweek before almost suddenly his body to be affected, hewas incredible in that food he asked and ate , such ascheese (that he did not put his mouth before) or schnitzelof soy (this one, again through an unprecedented, even

stolen from the table, as he never did in his life). Perhapshe wanted to satisfy his last curiosities. We do not knowthat.

He became suddenly listless and absent. He refused toeat but may drink however some water. I got him medicalemergency, even later on the evening .Some infusionswere made, and vitamins was administrated. They told usthat the prognosis was still reserved.

The next day, when I was alone with him in the houseand can not give him some special food, as had beenadvised, he sat on the floor and remained a few momentsin silence. I said not yet this to my wife but now, whenever Irecall, I know that, as on other few occasions , he clearly


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articulated words in our language. He said distinctly, usinghis extraordinary ability to modulate sounds, "Eu mor" (I

die, in original in Romanian language). I was shook andthen I immediately forced the doctor to continue thetreatment.

It was a long day with hope and pain. We could hardlymanage to administrate him forced small amounts of liquidwater and nutrients.

I can not continue to describe the moments of the tomcatterrible suffering.

It is shocking but because I could not do anything for himI wished that my best friend die, and to shorten thesuffering. I even made efforts for this but it was Sundayevening and no veterinary clinic has responded. We , the

humans are indifferent to suffering not speaking beings , soI found, and I think we have to take a long time to changeit.

Death occurred later and came as a release for histormented body that could not fit much suffering.

I admit that after I got in my way to say goodbye I couldattend to see his suffering, it was wife to watch him while Iwent crazy on the streets, without a goal, without looking atpeople and suffocated by my pain from the heart.

Today I know that phisically his death was determined byvery old, cached, undescovered diseases.


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The groundbreaking revelation

How much can hurt the soul for a dead not spekingfriend ? Believe me, I honestly say this , much, the pain isendless.

But nothing is more frustrating than to find a possibleexplanation when it is clear that no longer serves toanyone.

In my story, to simplify, I have intentionally omitted to sayin the previous chapter that in the last day my friendphysicist inventor visited us again. He examined again thetomcat and I was hoping that a miracle was still possible,knowing that he already saved once my friend in the past.

Instead, however, he watched us with sadness and told

us that this time it exceeded his possibilities of action. Andthis because, in fact, my dear Motica there was bound byhis first family and because something happened there,something bad, it affected him deeply, so much that therewas a blockage in the soul and its connection interruptedwith his body.

Everyone in this situation is doomed to death.

It was a shocking revelation and this silenced we all.So then, my little cat friend had a soul so great that he

never forgot his former owners.He always loved them. Splitbetween them and us, his death was due to a huge lovewich rended his energetical body making impossible for himlo live more.


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Creation of the light, you, Motica, as of course youbecame (I say this here as I would address him) , you

are entitled to a place above on the souls Pantheon !

I not know in this world someone capable of suchgenerosity and love !


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Path to Infinity

I can not believe that the presence of his dynamic and sosensible being was replaced by a few photos. You can crynext to a photo. You can touch it. But the being wich isrepresented in photo will not know you did it. The photocard is still cold, foreign matter, insensitive, it can notreplace a living body.

I told him so much when we was, as always, together,and suddenly my words stopped.

A huge malaise I entered. Each person is unique, I say itagain, and what we lost was truly unique.

How can I tie something to it? He liked to smell theflowers, to eat dry food pellets and, occasionally, grilled

chicken. I like to know, but maybe by his blue eyes see theworld was differently.

On the great moments of the existence, especially whenparticipating at the event of ,death we can change askingwith doubts if we really understood our purpose in thisworld.

Many times, living truly tragic moment in the sense thatour soul is reached, we can see how helpless we are andall we did, said and lived up to that point seems suddenlyinsignificant.

We found for his little body a resting place with greeneryin a deciduous forest at the foot of a tree. Over time, oncethe roots will absorb it ,his body will become a part of the


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tree, pointing to the sky.

Remained unfulfilled desires, mine for him. I was wishingfor example to can offer him more than one blockapartment: a house with a yard and garden with trees, withmany flowers ...

He left us too soon. Now, for all is too late.

I know nothing about your experience, you the reader, butI have seen death many times, in humans and in animals. Ihave never been so overwhelmed by my being hit to thebottom. Something has changed on me. For example, nowI feel I can not hear music.

I know that about I told here. and especially thetestimonies of what we call conventional, with one word,

extrasensory, people reactions can be different. I canaccept those who can not understand fully but have respectfor what I say from my direct experience but I sincerelyhave only pity for those who may laugh.

Scientific experiments have shown (for those who do notbelieve otherwise) the existence of the soul, as a result ofinfinitesimal mass differences, measured before and afterdeath. My friend, the physicist inventor, told me that thesoul of Motica is now here and that could remain severalyears in your life, as long as we will think about him.

And I believe it.I believe too that the tragic story of Moticas life could

change something even in our lives and in the life of many


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cats all around the world. The not speaking beings can beour friends. They can give us much and they worth a better

life, but for this we must be actively involved.

Please, pray for him !I told here the tragic story of a being that is no longer withus but for which we ask your support. If you are here, now,look at his face in this picture and pray for his peace !

This will certainly help !

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Something important you should know

If you have cats or if you could be determinedto have such friends in the future, you should know:

- Any pet and especially cats need our affectionto live normal

- An animal has not only body but also soul, his feelingsare like ours, may be identical or even more intensethan ours; try to understand and to respect him andhelp him when is needed

- Animals have their own wish, do not force themunilaterally to make only what you want

- If you have cats, track their hydration statuspermanently, any imbalance noticed in time and

followed by medical advice may save their lives- If the cat really wants to sit on the tiles or

concrete, it is not necessarily a sign of hot temperature,may be the signal that the body must give itscertain forms of energy that make them worse

- One of the most dangerous diseases with chronicevolution and possible lethal effect in catsis sinus infection, ask your doctor emergency whenthe cat has any breathing problems

- Cat can help absorb negative energies and help withsome health problems you have but do not abuse,you might hurt them


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They said, I agree

Many people, including celebrities, said interesting thingsabout cats. Here are a few of them:

There are few things in life more heartwarming than to bewelcomed by a cat.(Tay Hohoff)

There are two means of refuge from the misery of life music and cats(Albert Schweitzer)

If animals coold speak, the dog would be a blenderingoutspoken feloow; but the cat would have the rare graceof never saying a word too much.(Mark Twain)

I have studied many philosophers and many cats. Thewisdom of cats is infinitely superior.(Hippolyte Taine)

People who love cats have some of the biggest heartsaround.(Susan Easterly)

When youre used to hearing purring and suddenly its

gone, its hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.

(Missy Altijd)

I love cats because I love my home and after a wile theybecome its visible soul. (Jean Cocteau)


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Final words

You do not know me and certainly I do not know youbut I would like thoughts gathered in this e-book toreach as many people throughout this world ispossible.I owe that to Motica and I owe to all those who might

feel an emotion in the soul when reading abouthis tragic story and our unbelievable experience inthe life because this can change something intheir life too.

We all should be better, more sympathetic, to look withnew eyes around us and to treat correctly other beings.

Share with your friends, at Facebook and Twitter,the address to download this little e-book.It is important, this CAN help to change peoplefeelings !

I want to hear about you !

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