Here is a timely story from Eileen, aged 91, which illustrates the last article on Kadampa Life…
Buddha said that our current uncontrolled lives, which he called “samsara”, are in the nature of suffering. He described seven types of suffering: birth, ageing, sickness, death, having to put up with things we don’t like, failing to find satisfaction, and losing or being separated from the things we love.
This is the story of a child who experienced this last kind of suffering, losing the thing she loved the most.
Leeds Market is a very famous place, for did not Mr. Marks and Mr. Spencer, two good local boys, start their first commercial venture on a market stall in Leeds?
But, more than that, it was a magical world of sights, sounds and smells, relished by an eight-year-old girl who used to go every Saturday morning with her parents into town on the bus. Happily, the Bus Station in Leeds was just below the Market, and one could savour its delights on the walk up to the City Center. The vast piles of fruit and vegetables, so fresh and colourful, and the smelly fish, straight from Grimsby that morning. Rows of poor pink hams hanging on fearsome looking hooks, and always a red faced man selling pots and pans, “Everything a bargain!”, as he clashed two frying pans together.
But I, the child, had just one desire — to go to the Pet Shop. This was a magnet to me, and I cunningly guided my Parents in that direction. At last — baskets of the cutest puppies, rabbits with long ears and twitching noses, and, best of all, the mice. Black mice, white mice with pink eyes, golden brown mice with dark beady eyes and long whiskers. They lived in a “Mouse House” with little wheels to play on, and wooden staircases, having a grand old time.
On this visit, one of the golden brown mice, more adventurous than the rest, climbed up the wire cage and poked her little pink nose through a hole. I held out my finger, and she sniffed at it in an inquisitive way. It was love at first sight.
“Oh please can we buy her, she’s only sixpence, and I’ve saved my pocket money. Can I buy her?” “Well” said my mother, “You’ll have to look after it yourself” “Oh I will, I will, and can we make her a house like this one?” “Alfred”, said my Mother, turning to my Father, who, deep in revery, was thinking about some organ piece he was going to play in church the next day, “You’ll make it a house, won’t you?” “Yes, of course” he replied abstractedly. He always said “Yes, of course” to my Mother.
So, sixpence and a handshake later, and the deal was done – we returned home on the bus, me in 7th heaven and Andromeda in her paper bag. (I was into Greek Mythology at the time.) My Father, true to his promise, made her a wonderful house, with a wheel and a staircase, and even an upstairs room for her to sleep in. She was a very happy mouse, and often we would romp on the bed together and play hide and seek under the pillows. She was my very best friend.
The trouble was, I missed her dreadfully during the day when I had to go to school — so I persuaded my father to make a little box, with some air holes, just small enough to fit in my tunic pocket. I think she became quite a scholar, in her own Mousey way. I know she loved the singing lesson on Friday afternoons, I could feel her positively vibrating in her box.
It was quite a long walk to school, and one Friday, after the singing lesson, a girl in my class who lived near to me asked if we could walk together. She said “You’ve got a mouse, haven’t you?” “Yes” I replied, “I have her in my pocket. Her name’s Andromeda.” “Can I see her?” “Well alright”, I said, “But I don’t want her to escape”. I took her out, and held her gently in my hand. She looked at me and twitched her whiskers in the trusting way that she had. “Can I hold her?” “Well, be very careful, be very gentle.”
I placed Andromeda into her hands, but something happened and my mouse tried to escape. Julia Shepherd (I remember her name to this day) clutched her tightly in her big strong hands. “Don’t squeeze her, don’t squeeze her” I cried, but my little mouse gave up the struggle, and, when Julia Shepherd opened her fingers, there lay my beautiful golden playmate, lifeless–dead!!
I was overwhelmed with rage and grief, and ran home in floods of tears, carrying the small, sad body. It was my first experience of death, of losing someone I loved, and even though easily 80 years have passed I can still recall the anguish of that moment. The end of a child’s relationship with a beloved pet. The seventh suffering of samsara. Another very good reason to attain liberation.
_()_such *great wisdom to have named a little mouse, *Andromeda* and then, to put into words, the ‘spiraling effect into dark matter, that of suffering’. For myself and others Eillen’s_()_, account, encapsulates the nature that is samsara, therefore, _()_may all who read, put *great effort into liberating themselves and others, and through *Buddha’s great kindness, may we all attain liberation_()_OM MANI PADME HUM*******
Hi Eileen..poor Andromeda(beautiful name).I found myself in uncontrollable tears in Vajrasattva prayers recently when contemplating the early death of my beloved Roo,my
first pup given to me unexpectedly by my dad one day.That gentle handsome pup was my absolute delight.Of all the things that happened in my life this has been so far the most painful and I will not go into the circumstances because I know i will spend the day in tears and it happened 40 years ago when I was around 16.
Guru Vajrasattva blessed me to examine it and opened my mind.It was like that purification released my mind from brushing animal suffering under the carpet ..as I look back Geshe- la has been doing the same for me since my very first encounter with him.He always shows fearlessness when speaking about animals,never disregarding or minimising their horrible experience in samsara.I thank him most deeply and sincerely for doing so because we really do need to ‘know suffering’ to do anything at all about it.
May we all be freed.xxxxx
A beautiful story…..thank you x
Thanks for sharing Eileen. I remember when my first dog, Cindy, a all black mongrel got run over and killed instantly; it was the end of the world for months. Months later my mother brought home a replacement pup, Sally, I was promptly overwhelmed with both joy and worry and had to rush to the toilet to throw up!
Such a moving story, thank you, i could feel your pain…..samsara isxsuch a gruel place to be…..