This Samhain I must let go of a kindred spirit who was most dear to me, actually one of the most important love’s of my life…my baby kitty Nepa. Nepa was 17 and a half years old when he passed away this past July and I can honestly say I still hear him, see him and dream of him all the time…but at the same time I know he has moved on.
Nepa was the kind of cat that was more than a cat, more than a familiar, more than family but a part of my soul. He was my companion when I had no other, he was my keeper when things spun out of control and in my darkest moments he licked the tears right from my cheek.
His personality was that in which is almost unexplainable unless you knew him, his soul was old. If he liked you, he loved you. If he didn’t like you, you knew. He traveled with me from East Coast to West Coast and back and forth again. He was a foundling (in the snow) too soon to be weaned from his mom and up until the day he died would “make biscuits” every time he drank water. He used to suckle on stuffed animals and have sex with my teddy bear!!! He had a few friends and brothers along the way but most of all liked being the only child and a spoiled princess, yes I am pretty sure he was gay. He had a fierce side to him if he was f-d with but mostly just loved being tucked in at the end of each night and yes I mean blanket and all. We also used to dance together, don't ask.
Being my guardian in this lifetime Nepa, saw me through the hard times all the way through the birth of my 1st daughter, Mazzy Love. He had a few health scares but held strong until he knew it would be okay for him to leave me, not that it was ever okay, but waiting until he knew I wouldn’t or couldn’t break. I held him tight in his last moments of life, tighter than ever and gave him every last ounce of love I could.
On the night I received his ashes back I couldn’t open them. Instead I needed to leave the house to get fresh air. When I arrived back at home there was this big golden cat howling and crying by my back steps. As I walked closer he ran up and followed me upstairs, meowing and rubbing against me the whole time. My husband said “you better talk to that cat” and as I sat down on the step and knew, just knew it was Nepa’s spirit borrowing another kitty to comfort me, yet again. I talked to this cat, and cried and went in and brought Nepa’s ashes out to put in his urn, so befitting of the cat he was. The whole time this cat sat next to me on the chair on the back porch. I gave him some of Nepa’s food and the “nip” and he hung out there until I went to bed…the next day he was gone and I have never seen him again.
I share my story with you as a reminder that this Samhain isn’t ju
st about the people that have passed, but also about our furry family.
I have created a ritual candle spell for kitty’s that have passed this year (sorry dog lovers it’s nothing personal) in honor of my beloved Nepa Kitty. We were soul mates, this I do know. And I do know I will see him again someday, in some form.
This is my first step to releasing him and as hot tears run down my face, I know the veil’s are getting thin…I can already feel it.


