This time last week she was still with me. I am counting down the minutes & the hours until she left. I keep trying to remember how many times I stroked her, did I talk to her a lot or not? I know that it was sunny & warm so I carried her outside to sit on a cushion & enjoy the day, but I didn't sit beside her - why didn't I hold her? The time is going so slowly. I think we will light a candle & sit with her at the time of her passing at 4.15 this afternoon. I'm glad that it has been raining heavily today. The roses have been planted over her grave & I am placing a vase of sweet-peas there too as I used to call her my little sweet-pea.

I found a picture of your beautiful face
Bringing old memories that I'd locked away.
The burden of guilt from a heart filled with pain
Is lifting a little & I smile at you again.

All of those years we spent together
Well they are part of my life forever & ever
I hold the joy with the pain.
And the truth is I miss you my friend.

If time is a healer
Then all hearts that break
Are put back together again
As love heals the wounds that it makes.

All my love, dearest darling Furry

that was a beautiful poem. i am so sorry for the pain you are feeling. i, too, spend time going over the "what ifs" and "if onlys". i think it is a normal part of grief. knowing it is normal doesn't make it any easier, though. one thing you can trust in, is that furry knew you loved her and nothing can take that away.

Your poem was very touching...time does go slow in grief, counting back is a common way to hold on to Furry's memory. I understand and feel your pain. It doesn't seem like the pain will ease...

In some cultures they say it rains when someone very loved passes...as if the heavens are crying with us.

Take care and know you are not alone.
RIT

It is so hard, I know!

i always did the "why didn't I" ... questions too. It's a part of grief, unfortunately. We're not perfect (or else we wouldn't be human) so there are always many things we "could have" done.

But love is stronger than the death of the physical body, and Furry knows your love.

Maybe, if/when you're ready, you'll adopt another needy animal, in Furry's honor.

Please be gentle with yourself. And let us know how you're doing!

Prayers of peace and healing,
Love,
Kathy

The poem was truly beautiful. I know that Furry feels your love from the Bridge.

Ken Albin