Whispers of Haleakala: The Ethereal Journey of Titan Kitty

In the mystical realms of Haleakala, where clouds dance with the winds and the sun bathes the world in golden hues, there lived Titan Kitty, a creature of wonder whose life's tapestry was woven with love and mystery. His final chapter unfolded on a fateful Sunday under a full moon in Cancer, amidst an air thick with an inexplicable energy, foretelling change.

Titan, a being both delicate and vibrant, was a paradox in himself. He was a pixie king among cats, a luminous spirit gracing the life of one who loved him unreservedly. In his final moments, cradled in trembling arms, his departure left a void too profound for words. His guardian, overwhelmed with grief, screamed into the void, burdened by the enormity of loss.

Wrapped in a cloth of white, adorned with hues of red, gold, green, and tan, Titan lay as regal in death as in life. This fabric, a keepsake from worldly travels, became his final shroud.

The loss was shared by a friend who joined in mourning. Together, they cleansed the street of Titan's blood, a poignant farewell accompanied by prayers and the gathering of his scattered fur.

As gentle rain fell, the sun peeked through the clouds, marking Titan's ascension. His guardian, under the full moon's glow, lay with his body, confronting the stark new reality.

This path of mourning was not new to the guardian, who had once cared for another magical being, Kahuna. Lying in the ‘īao, the house of the moon, Kahuna was grey, an elder imbued with profound wisdom and strength. Unlike Titan, Kahuna felt deeply connected to earthly experiences.

Titan, in contrast, was a sun worshipper, an ephemeral spirit less bound to earthly realms. His life was a dance of light and shadow, a journey less tethered, more ethereal.

They both rest opposite one another. Titan high up in Haleakala, the house of the sun, and Kahuna’s bones resting in the ‘īao, the house of the moon. These two sacred spots on the island are reflections of their guardian's love.

The bond they shared, spanning 21 months, was a deep, ethereal love affair. Titan's guardian, anchored to Earth yet soaring among the clouds, found solace in these celestial connections.

After Titan's passing, a sacred ritual honored his spirit. Cradled, rocked, and reassured in gentle whispers, he was laid to rest. Beside him lay tree bark from the elder council of trees in Colorado, acknowledging his unique spirit.

The morning sky, a canvas of pink with dragon's breath clouds, signaled life's continuance, albeit in Titan's absence.

His final resting place, a grove of Cedar that once inquired about him, was chosen with reverence. There, amidst those sacred trees, Titan was laid to rest, his spirit spirited away, leaving behind a legacy of love and mystical tales that would resonate through the mountains of Haleakala and the moonlit valleys of ‘īao forevermore.

In the days that followed, Titan's guardian walked a path steeped in sorrow. Her cries echoed across the island's valleys, a soulful search for connection in the midst of overwhelming loss. She navigated a labyrinth of grief, more intricate and unpredictable than any structured stages could define.

With a heart heavy but full of love, she gathered Titan's belongings, infusing the essence of each cherished item into her heart, a sanctuary of memories. Candles were lit at his favorite spots, casting a warm glow on the altar adorned with his beloved blanket.

Titan's affinity for Oracle cards led her to draw three: 'Trust in the Invisible', 'Healing Wounds', and 'New Opportunities'. Each card, placed on the altar, was guarded by crystal spirits that had watched over Titan.

Nights were the hardest. Waking amidst tears and gut-wrenching sobs, she wandered her home, each candle a testament to Titan's cherished moments – his spots for eating, drinking, sleeping, playing. The candles burned on, each flicker a passage of time, until they extinguished, one by one.

Her connection to the mystical realm, deepened by ceremony and an attunement to life's subtle mysteries, continued as she sat on the porch, rolling tobacco, its sacred smoke mingling with her thoughts. A wasp joined her in this solemn vigil, coming to rest and pass away on the porch, a witness to her grief and the road where Titan's journey had ended.

With each passing day, the rains washed away the remnants of Titan's earthly existence. The sun continued to shine, the moon to rise, and life, with its relentless rhythm, moved forward. But for Titan's guardian, the world was forever altered, her heart indelibly marked by a love both profound and magical.