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AngelCareOne
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By the way, your picture looks like a very accurate self-portrait of me at the moment.


I know, Jan. Honest and for true I know that picture depicts your feelings and emotions in a major way, Dear One.

I Wish You Peace!

Big Comforting Hugs!

Love, Faith, Hope!

And Justice Will Prevail for You and your Fur Child!!!

Your Friend Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
AngelCareOne
Dearest Jan, I just had a brainstorm on how to tell you about the medical and scientific research and proof of how "certain types" of people for "certain reasons" do indeed perceive and react differently to horrors, tragedies ... I don't want to say anything else here in my message to you or I know I will be revealing far, far more than I want to say.

Hon, the REASON I am going to share this very sensitive information with you is because you are experiencing very much the same that I am due to what happened to your most cherished, beloved Ziggy. That monstrous act which would not surprise me in the least was done by the reincarnation of "The Iceman" Richard Kuklinski.

Ummm. I believe I have a 12 part interview of him between a very famous psychiatrist and the sociopath himself while in prison before he died of old age. The Iceman, that is to say. If I do have those YouTube tapes, I'll put the URL links so show you what type of "monsters" do these unspeakably, unbelievably unconscionable acts with no remorse and without batting an eyelash. And get this: He was a very dear, sweet, loving, caring, friendly, sociable man with a wife and children that he adored and spoiled them with lots of ... you'll see the tapes, Jan. It makes one wonder just who to trust as I did with those three monsters who did what they did to my Alex. Goodness Gracious and Oh My, Oh My, Oh My!

You can also google a written transcription of that interview as well as the biography of "The Iceman" Richard Kuklinski. It will help you to understand why this breed does not feel, cannot feel and .... I'll stop there . . .

I'm going to send you several PMs. Please feel free to read or delete them. Again, I am sharing this with ONLY YOU because YOU are experiencing the same as myself, Dear One. More Hugs to you, Sweetie!!!

Please keep an eye on the upper right hand corner of this message board that will inform you when PMs arrive. Just click on that and it will take you to those PMs. There will be many, many PMs from me because the information I have is ... Oh My Goodness. I do believe it's close to a novel. Word.

You'll note that I have practically total recall of just about everything I see, hear, that I can repeat and/or describe all I witness word for word. Uncanny ability, Oy. I still can from the age of about 4 years old to present date. Golly! It's just another Blessing from Him ... And a bit of a "curse" as well. LOL!

Here I go to begin sending those PM's, Jan.

Big Hugs and Losta Love! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Friend Always,
Dottie xoxoxox

Editing: Done. It only took four PM messages but they are LOOONNNGGG as all get out. LOL! So grab some popcorn and a cool refreshing beverage or some soothing hot chocolate.

As quoted in the movie Contact staring Jodi Foster ... "Want to take a ride?" wink.gif
More Hugs!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (AngelCareOne @ Sep 13 2008, 01:47 PM) *
Hon, the REASON I am going to share this very sensitive information with you is because you are experiencing very much the same that I am due to what happened to your most cherished, beloved Ziggy. That monstrous act which would not surprise me in the least was done by the reincarnation of "The Iceman" Richard Kuklinski.

Ummm. I believe I have a 12 part interview of him between a very famous psychiatrist and the sociopath himself while in prison before he died of old age. The Iceman, that is to say. If I do have those YouTube tapes, I'll put the URL links so show you what type of "monsters" do these unspeakably, unbelievably unconscionable acts with no remorse and without batting an eyelash. And get this: He was a very dear, sweet, loving, caring, friendly, sociable man with a wife and children that he adored and spoiled them with lots of ... you'll see the tapes, Jan. It makes one wonder just who to trust as I did with those three monsters who did what they did to my Alex. Goodness Gracious and Oh My, Oh My, Oh My!


yes, the Iceman. I saw some of those interviews. It's awful to think humans can be so detached... I just hope that the person who killed Ziggy feels some remorse - enough never to do it again. I remember as a child some boys up the street from me who had caught mice and were running over them with their bikes. Their parents found out and were horrified and those boys had some major consequences including volunteering with animals. I know other adults I've worked with who have confessed to doing nasty things to animals as children, God knows why, but they seemed to somehow learn that those things were wrong along the way. I must have an overpowering empathy gene because I cannot imagine doing those things. I wonder if it's the hunter / killer human instinct especially in some boys that makes them do those things. Although I also know girls who have been cruel to small animals, mainly when their parents did not supervise and regulate their handling of those pets. I can understand very young children not understanding about another animal's pain - they need to be taught. If it turns out it was teenage boys doing something stupid, you would think the parent would know about them having access to a shotgun... Someone knows what happened and most likely more than one. My posters will stay up as long as I live here and no-one has come forward. So every day when they check that mail they will be reminded....

thanks for your thoughts. I am really gutted by all this and I don't know if I am an "unstable" person or what. My hubby seems to be taking it okay and my stepdaughter acts like nothing happened (she's 14). I don't like feeling in this state of grief but to be honest, the more the reality sets in of what happened, the more upset and angry I feel.... I have a home based business, and frankly I feel less motivated than ever in my life. Nothing really seems to matter that much...

I love animals soooo much - I love their purity and their innocence. For someone to take away a life, and to put a creature through pain like this - it's just the most hurtful thing I could ever be involved with. I would rather have it done to myself!

I hope I can learn something through this experience; something maybe I can share with others. I would like Ziggy's life to mean something - she was worth everything to me and I love her so much.

Perhaps when I have a little more time I will describe her a bit more - she was such a special, lovely appreciative cat! She was absolutely beautiful.

take care

Jan.
AngelCareOne
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I wonder if it's the hunter / killer human instinct especially in some boys that makes them do those things.


No, Hon. It isn't that at all. Well, perhaps it's so when they do it to a bird, squirrel, deer or the like.
But not when they do it to a cat or dog. Big difference.

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I am really gutted by all this and I don't know if I am an "unstable" person or what.


No, Jan. After what happened to Alex, I did a ton of googling, have Websites where physicians (experts about this) explain so much, tell the why you're reacting this way, your "behavior" and so much more. That it is normal. Those experts give much proof that validates your behavior. I still have those Websites in save and will retrieve them for you. Oh, it made me feel so much better to know that it was "normal" because I did feel I was going insane.

Also, I have many actual case histories of real people, their experiences and how they reacted and behaved. We are NOT alone, Dear one. I saved those and shall retrieve those links and send them to you, too.

I wanted to come here now to tell you I got your PM response and made a reply because I remember you saying the PM feature is new to you. So, "You've Got Mail."

Until Later, More Hugs and Sending Many Angels, Love, Comfort, Hope and Faith!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Friend,
Dottie xoxoxox
AngelCareOne
Hi, Jan. Just to let you and others know, I did make a post in the "Pet Loss Support Resources and Articles" with all those Websites and information. Just click Here as a direct link to that posted message about "Coping With Pet Loss and Emotions that Go With It."

Take care, Hon!

Your Pal,
Dottie xoxoxox
Zita'sMom
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QUOTE (AngelCareOne @ Sep 14 2008, 04:13 PM) *
Hi, Jan. Just to let you and others know, I did make a post in the "Pet Loss Support Resources and Articles" with all those Websites and information. Just click Here as a direct link to that posted message about "Coping With Pet Loss and Emotions that Go With It."


Hi Dottie - thanks so much for those websites. I read the first link and it is reassuring there are others that respond strongly as me. For me a pet that has been murdered or stolen, brings on quite a different feeling than I've felt for pets who've lived a long life. It is so much harder to have peace thinking that somebody had a minute's giggle over her struggle for life.

Dottie you've read this but I'm posting it for anyone else who might be reading.

I'm writing a letter to the editor, and I'm stuffing this in every newspaper and on all the mailboxes where we live. Here it is:

Last month on August 23rd our cherished cat Ziggy came home with a bullet wound that went through her abdomen. On August 28th at 6 a.m. she breathed her last distressed cry, her body settled, and she was forever still. As time passes, I think more about the person who shot Ziggy. Did they have a good laugh as they watched her panic, spinning in circles, struggling for her life? The emergency vet said her claws were frayed, I can imagine her terrified reaction having had a bullet pierce suddenly through her entire body. She never roamed further than a few yards from our house and there are no small livestock nearby for legal justification of this act of killing. Ziggy spent her last 5 days having tubes in her stomach, being force-fed food and water. As it turned out, she had a severed bowel; so all this “care” just amounted to more torture for this sweet cat. I would like the person who shot Ziggy to know a little more about her. She was an SPCA cat, an uncommon female orange tabby. She joined our home 2 months after my other cat went missing and helped me to cope with the grief of that loss. My Ziggy had a “singing purr” of appreciation that made everyone laugh despite themselves – so loud my mother couldn’t hear me on the phone! Ziggy lowered her jaw and “sang” out her gratitude of her new life in our home. Ziggy purred on her way home from the SPCA in her crate, she purred at vet check ups and my dear Ziggy purred to me the night before she died, as I stroked her. I can still see her smiling little face looking at me as she sat in the sunshine. Now I wonder, is any pet safe in our neighbourhood? Might someone get a kick out of taking down our arthritic Border Collie or have a little more “fun” at the expense of our cat Zeus? We moved to this area because we thought it would be a sanctuary for our pets. I now loathe this decision. Whoever the shooter is, I hope you can fathom just a fraction of the pain you caused and the void you created - all for your minute of “entertainment”. If anyone has info about this crime please contact Crimestoppers 1-800-222-TIPS.

AngelCareOne
{{{{{Jan}}}}} You're welcome and good on you for your perfect, perfect, perfect letter to your editor! Keep up the good fight, Dear one. Hugs!!!

I have a question, please? Is that photo of Ziggy or Zeus? I'm assuming it is Ziggy but it looks so much like the smiling "look a like" picture I sent to you in the very top post that looks just like Zeus. Hmmm? Ether way, SO VERY BEAUTIFUL A KITTY!!! Awwww!!!

Big Hugs!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Pal,
Dottie xoxoxox
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (AngelCareOne @ Sep 15 2008, 12:23 AM) *
{{{{{Jan}}}}} You're welcome and good on you for your perfect, perfect, perfect letter to your editor! Keep up the good fight, Dear one. Hugs!!!

I have a question, please? Is that photo of Ziggy or Zeus? I'm assuming it is Ziggy but it looks so much like the smiling "look a like" picture I sent to you in the very top post that looks just like Zeus. Hmmm? Ether way, SO VERY BEAUTIFUL A KITTY!!! Awwww!!!


Well, we marched on over to the neighbours who have a teen boy that I wondered about, but lo and behold they were really nice people. Where we live the houses are not exactly right next to each other. Still I left a poster with them. They really couldn't imagine anyone in the neighbourhood doing such a thing. My hubby thinks someone drove by and took a shot. That seems so weird and unimaginable, but what happened to Ziggy is almost beyond belief anyway. I am just confused about who would do such a thing. But hopefully he / she will read my letter and "feel" something, at least something more than pride about popping off a tiny defenseless pet. I do know that Ziggy didn't feel angry. She purred and appreciated me even when she so helplessly laid in her litter box and I put a cloth under her head. I could feel how she appreciated that. What an amazing cat to be in such pain and still say "thank-you" in her own way. This is why I love her so.

And that picture is my beautiful Ziggy yes. In my signature pic Zeus is on the right and Zita is on the left, both under the angel pillow. They were always snuggled like that together.

take care

Jan.
Zita'sMom
My dear healing kitties, Zita and Ziggy

You are both such special healing souls - so and full of love and gratitude and innocence. You were both such wonderful healers and teachers to me and I am missing you so. If it is possible, please send me some of your powerful healing energy from spirit so that I may have strength. Please come to me in my dreams and let me know where you are and how you are doing. I love you and I miss you...

Jan.
Zita'sMom
I just want to move...

We bought this acreage as a haven for our pets in 06, and since then 3 cats have died young. Tiffany was killed by the neighbour's dog (who has since died of cancer), Zita went missing in the night (we thought a cougar...??), and now the unthinkable, Ziggy, shot. I don't know who could have done this, just have no idea.

Ziggy was filling that impossible void left by Zita. She was amazing - I would remark to my husband almost every day how lucky we were to find Ziggy - I'm sure she was related to Zeus and Zita in some way, the body language, the way she swallowed, the meow, the big purr. Zeus took to her and they were friends within days. She thought nothing of our 5 hyperactive herding dogs and was just grateful and happy - so happy!

I heard somewhere that the answer to losing those you love and the grief involved is to focus on new "people" to love. With Ziggy, it was absolutely true. My sadness now is that I think we really lucked out with Ziggy, and I wouldn't dare bring another cat home having lost so many in such a short time - I still can't believe that someone shot Ziggy, that never would have crossed my mind. But my heart says that maybe someday I do want to be able to care for and love a new affectionate sweet kitty - but it will never be like Zita, or Ziggy. I just think Ziggy was a sort of "meant to be" pet and came into our lives and acted as my helper cat. But it is too dangerous here to risk that again unless we move. I can't keep a cat inside here - there is just too much coming and going with all the dogs and my stepdaughter, foreign student etc - and besides that Zeus just yowls and yowls when he is inside and I know he wouldn't be happy with that. Unless I locked a cat in one room it wouldn't work, and I am pretty sure I'd be disappointed with any new cat now after what I've had. I can't afford to pay for another now anyway, still with the $1300 plus credit card bill from Ziggy's vet "care". Oh, how I wish I could go back to that moment and call another vet. How I wish I'd known the right questions to ask so the vet would have done what was necessary.

I just want Ziggy back, period, to the healthy, happy cat she was before she got shot. There is just no solving it though, I can't wrap my head around it. I feel extremely tired, and just can't function normally yet.

Last night I asked over and over for Ziggy and Zita to help me connect with where they are in the spirit world through dreams. I was part asleep and looked up and "saw" Ziggy laying next to the dog on the bed by my legs. But I didn't feel a sense of anything and she didn't show up in my dreams. My old Merlin did though - I was going on a nice nature walk with him. Count on Merlin for that - he shows up in my dreams frequently, faithful beyond the end... I have never had Zita show up in a dream, and I really would like some direct communication - sounds a bit obsessive, but I want answers like never before.

Venting, venting.

Jan.
AngelCareOne
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I heard somewhere that the answer to losing those you love and the grief involved is to focus on new "people" to love. With Ziggy, it was absolutely true. My sadness now is that I think we really lucked out with Ziggy, and I wouldn't dare bring another cat home having lost so many in such a short time - I still can't believe that someone shot Ziggy, that never would have crossed my mind. But my heart says that maybe someday I do want to be able to care for and love a new affectionate sweet kitty - but it will never be like Zita, or Ziggy.


Dearest Jan, first of all, those are just about the most beautiful kitty photos that I have ever seen in my life and I kid you not. Oh My Gosh! I can even actually "feel" Ziggy's personality by looking at those photos. Also thank you very much for explaining which kitty is which in your avatar, too. So very darling indeed! Awww! All of them!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Well, you know by now that it's so much easier for me to express myself using images, songs and the like. In response to what I quoted you as saying ... About your fear to try again ... Please allow me to share with you what I told Alex in one of my posts to him. Well, I do believe I was really talking to myself as well as to Alex. Hang on. I'll go get it. BRB ... I'm back! Better yet, here is what I shared with Jorge. It is true. I'm going to use two posts because of the nature of ... you'll see why. Remember, it's going to sound like I'm speaking to Jorge but I am talking to you, Jan. Okay? Here goes part one ...


Dearest Friend Jorge, I hope you don't mind but I want and feel the need to begin my message to you with a prayer so please bear with me. Okay? Thank you! Dearest God, please give me the strength to make it through talking to Jorge, his Son Buster and all his fur kid family without my tears becoming so vast that I cannot see the PC monitor to type. Will you please help me, God? You're so good to me! Thank you and Amen!

I'm ready now, Jorge so here goes ...

I read your poem. It reminded me of myself and it took me back to what you told me in post number 26 and you'll see that if you click Here.
You blessed me and said how I raise people, cheer them up in ways that I only know how I'm able to do because of the sorrow that I myself have. That meant to me you didn't know how I could remain so positive, cheerful, smiling. I did try to explain to you in post number 27 (the next post) of that thread by telling you how I many times "Wear A Mask." Then, I posted the song and lyrics to "The Music of The Night" explaining at the bottom that those lyrics had nothing at all to do with "Music" or "Night" and "Darkness" (which is the same as "Night"). I don't think I did a very good job of explaining at all. Not to you and only to maybe, perhaps a very few people. It is really very deep, deep stuff and my most brilliant friends and colleagues don't even get it. It is a very pretty song, they like listening to it, and that's just about all it means to them and most people.

The truth of the matter is that most of the time I am a great deceiver. Oh! Not just to others, but to myself as well because I want so badly to convince myself what is true. In fact, the lines of that song that apply so very well here are as follows:

"Close your eyes for your eyes will only tell the truth!
And the truth isn't what you want to see!
In the dark it is easy to pretend!
That the truth is what it ought to be."


Jorge, people who close their eyes are in denial, don't believe something is real, did happen, is happening. But! In that "darkness" or "disbelief" it sure is easy to "pretend" that everything is just what you want it to be or how it really should be.

This first song is what I hear you and myself saying right now in the poem you just wrote. Please bear with me because in my second post to you, I will tell you THE WONDERFUL TRUTH!!! Okay? Please let me begin by letting you know that I ain't the "saint" I appear to be as I've already explained. So often, I do "wear a mask" so that no one will know how deeply I'm hurting, devastated, how hard and often I still scream and cry, and so on. Why do I do that? I simply cannot, cannot, cannot bear being pitied in any way, shape or form. Hey, I ain't even too good at receiving sympathy. Oh, someone saying something like, "Wow! That's a huge bummer, Gal!" I can cope with that though. But back to what I was saying. We, you and me, hold it inside until no one is watching and then we "put on a show of gladness" to those we see in person so they cannot tell our gosh awful grief and pain.

This next part is true! Most of all and I do mean most of all, I don't want my Sweet Baby Alex to see me so sad. He always cried and said, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He'd cuddle up to me as I lay on the sofa trying his best to soothe me whenever I was sick or sad. Jorge, just like you told me in your message to me, Alex is flying all around me at this very moment and all the time. I want so desperately for him to be happy! I must be strong and carry on for the sake of my bestest friend, companion and child or he will be sad, too. He's here with me right now. Jorge, he's everywhere and I carry his heart in my heart always! Jorge, your Son Buster has given you several signs that he's right there with you too and that's a fact!

However, Jorge, I don't know about you but there are times that the grief, pain and sorrow are so excruciatingly horrible that I LITERALLY forget to take my next breath. True. I just don't want anyone to know so I put on that mask. I may be mistaken, but you appear to be much the same in that regard from what you wrote in your poem, Dear One.

But, that "Mask" I many times wear (for lack of any better word/description to call it) ... It ... Is a lie.

Just like this next song is a lie. A deception.

I Love You, your Son Buster and all your Fur Kid Family, Jorge! I FEEL YOU!!! I DO!!!


Please Click On the Lady and Wolf howling in the Night




"Don't Cry Out Loud"

Baby cried the day the circus came to town
'Cause she didn't want parades just passin' by her.
So she painted on a smile[/b] and took up with some clown,
While she danced without a net upon the wire.
I know a lot about 'er 'cause, you see.
Baby is an awful lot like me!

Don't cry out loud.
Just keep it inside, learn how to hide your feelings.
Fly high and proud.
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all.

Baby saw that when they pulled that big top down,
They left behind her dreams among the litter.
The different kind of love she thought she'd found,
There was nothin' left but sawdust and some glitter.
But baby can't be broken 'cause you see,
She had the finest teacher-that was me -I told her.

Don't cry out loud.
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings.
Fly high and proud.
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all.

Don't cry out loud.
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings.
Fly high and proud.
And if you should fall, remember you almost made it.

Don't cry out loud!
Just keep it inside and learn how to hide your feelings!
Fly high and proud!
And if you should fall, remember you almost had it all.


To be continued next post with The Truth!!! Here is a Preview of what is to come ...


AngelCareOne
Jan, this is part two. Again, it appears like I'm talking with Jorge so please forgive since I did do a copy and paste but this is what I want so much to tell you about that which I quoted you as saying. Here goes ...

And now the Truth! See the many changing colors of that rose and butterfly at the bottom of your message from me before this? That signifies, what that means is, that everything truly and honestly continues in a different form very much like the form they have right now! Please believe me. You know I'll always tell you how it really is. At least I hope you know by now.

Dearest Jorge, now for the TRUTH! Whenever any creature on earth passes away, they leave behind their essence, their spirit and that which was once that living creature actually continues right here on this planet in many, many forms. Oh, they go to Heaven. Make no mistake about that. However, their "shell" and essence lives on in other living creatures here that partake of what they've left behind so ...

Please, Jorge. Don't be afraid to take the chance to love, dance, give and live. Always remember that the seeds of all those things you plant in the spring, becomes the Rose!


Please click on the Perpetual Everlasting "Rose"




"The Rose"

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razer
That leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need.

I say love it is a Flower
And you it's only Seed!

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.

It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give.
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong ...

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the Rose!

Big Hugs to you Jan! And to fur babies Ziggy, Zeus and Zita!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Always Your Friend,
Dottie xoxoxox
AngelCareOne
Dearest Jan, Alex just spoke with Ziggy and Ziggy told Alex for me to get this over to your thread quick fast and in a hurry cuz Ziggy wants You to have this, too!

Dearest Cherished Ziggy, "I Hear your Voice on the Wind! And I Hear you call out my name! I am the Voice of the past that will Always Be! I am the Voice of your hunger and pain. Answer my call, and I'll set you Free! I am the Voice of the Future! I Will Remain!"

Jan Mommy Loves You Sooooo Much!!!


Please Click on The Voice Image




"The Voice"

I Hear your Voice on the Wind!
And I Hear you call out my name!

"Listen, my Child," you say to me . . .
"I am the Voice of your history . . .
Be not afraid, come follow me!
Answer my call, and I'll set you Free!"

I am the Voice in the Wind and the pouring rain.
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain.
I am the Voice that always is calling you.
I am the Voice! I Will Remain!

I am the Voice in the fields when the summer's gone.
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow.
Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long.
I am the Force that in Springtime will Grow!

I am the Voice of the past that will Always be!
Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields.
I am the Voice of the Future bring me your Peace!
Bring me your Peace and my wounds they will Heal!

I am the Voice in the Wind and the pouring rain.
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain.
I am the Voice that Always is calling you.
I am the Voice!

I am the Voice of the past that will Always be!
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain.
I am the Voice of the Future!
I am the Voice! I am the Voice!
I am the Voice! I am the Voice!




For Always and in All Ways from Your Loving Mommy Jan xoxoxox
katzen11
Jan,
i just love the photos of Zita and Ziggy wub.gif
so sorry, you lost them.
Eva
Zita'sMom
Dottie thank you for all the songs and beautiful images - even if you wear a "mask" (and don't we all at times), I feel the true healing and loving intentions in your caring messages. And I also love the song "Music of the Night" and I think there is a part of this character in most people. Years and years ago I wrote a poem about the facade people put on - it is survival, I think. Like the vet said about cats purring when they are dying - in nature they need to appear strong.

BTW, the cat with more white on the top that I most recently posted is Ziggy, the one below with more orange is Zita as a kitty. Ziggy and Zita I'm sure were related in some way. Zita was just pure love - if I motioned to her she always came to me. I have a memory of her the week before she died - I had got back from a trip in Europe and I was waking up at 4 in the morning. Whenever I woke up in the night I would go upstairs and lay on the couch with Zita who would comfort me. As I lay with her and closed my eyes, a whiff of something, well really bad, got my attention. Zita had a "little habit" of giving me her butt end when she felt especially close - I've heard that's a sign of absolute trust from cats. Oh but Zita was lovely and sweet with her always "smiling" face. Zita snuggled with everybody including the dogs. I'll post here a pic of her with my border collie Sprite. Once she tried to go in the crate with my Aussie Chance and was very surprised when he wasn't agreeable to it... She was wonderful and trusting.

Ziggy was very affectionate and more "motherly" than Zita. She would check Zeus out if he didn't come back on time as if to say, "now where have you been??" Ziggy had had a litter of kittens at some point in her life and was in the SPCA with her calico daughter, who was adopted before her. Ziggy never liked being picked up, I think she was handled roughly in the past. But she loved to be stroked, and when you did pick her up she couldn't help but do her huge singing purr. She also started letting us rub her tummy. It was like she had a trust with us that she'd never had before. She didn't really care that much about going out except to hunt mice. She really didn't go very far, which is why the whole thing that happened is so unreal to me.

Thanks again Dottie.

Jan.

Zita'sMom
Since there's been talk about "strange occurences", I'll share the songs that kept popping into my head when I was thinking of Ziggy.

Well, there's that Christian song called "We are one in the spirit" (the only phrase that goes over and over in my head seems to be "We are one in the spirit, we are one in the Lord."

I'm not religious but I guess in some way I believe that this material life is just a small blip in the whole "spirit life" we have going on, and probably in ways we cannot fathom because of our physical brain's limitations. So perhaps on other levels we are with our spirit loved ones, maybe as we sleep, maybe on different levels.

The other song - well, it was "Frosty the Snowman". But I couldn't remember the words to that one so I looked them up. Here they are:

Frosty the Snowman

Was a jolly happy soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal

Frosty the Snowman
Is a fairytale they say
He was made of snow
But the children know
How he came to life one day

There must have been some magic
In that old silk hat they found
For when they placed it on his head
He began to dance around

Frosty the Snowman
Was alive as he could be
And the children say
He could laugh and play
Just the same as you and me

Frosty the Snowman
Knew the sun was hot that day
So he said let's run
And we'll have some fun
Now before I melt away

Down to the village
With a broomstick in his hand
Running here and there all around the square
Saying catch me if you can

He led them down the streets of town
Right to the traffic cop
And he only paused a moment when
He heard him holler stop

Frosty the Snowman
Had to hurry on his way
But he waved goodbye
Saying don't you cry
I'll be back again some day


Maybe the song popped into my head as a reminder of the impermanence of life, even when it is "someone" special that brings us happiness. Someone on this forum mentioned that pets are "borrowed" - lent by God (or insert the deity of your choice as Dottie says smile.gif ) for our joy. I guess a bit like old Frosty, huh...

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Jan.
Mikki
QUOTE (Zita'sMom @ Sep 17 2008, 01:29 PM) *
Dottie thank you for all the songs and beautiful images - even if you wear a "mask" (and don't we all at times), I feel the true healing and loving intentions in your caring messages. And I also love the song "Music of the Night" and I think there is a part of this character in most people. Years and years ago I wrote a poem about the facade people put on - it is survival, I think. Like the vet said about cats purring when they are dying - in nature they need to appear strong.

BTW, the cat with more white on the top that I most recently posted is Ziggy, the one below with more orange is Zita as a kitty. Ziggy and Zita I'm sure were related in some way. Zita was just pure love - if I motioned to her she always came to me. I have a memory of her the week before she died - I had got back from a trip in Europe and I was waking up at 4 in the morning. Whenever I woke up in the night I would go upstairs and lay on the couch with Zita who would comfort me. As I lay with her and closed my eyes, a whiff of something, well really bad, got my attention. Zita had a "little habit" of giving me her butt end when she felt especially close - I've heard that's a sign of absolute trust from cats. Oh but Zita was lovely and sweet with her always "smiling" face. Zita snuggled with everybody including the dogs. I'll post here a pic of her with my border collie Sprite. Once she tried to go in the crate with my Aussie Chance and was very surprised when he wasn't agreeable to it... She was wonderful and trusting.

Ziggy was very affectionate and more "motherly" than Zita. She would check Zeus out if he didn't come back on time as if to say, "now where have you been??" Ziggy had had a litter of kittens at some point in her life and was in the SPCA with her calico daughter, who was adopted before her. Ziggy never liked being picked up, I think she was handled roughly in the past. But she loved to be stroked, and when you did pick her up she couldn't help but do her huge singing purr. She also started letting us rub her tummy. It was like she had a trust with us that she'd never had before. She didn't really care that much about going out except to hunt mice. She really didn't go very far, which is why the whole thing that happened is so unreal to me.

Thanks again Dottie.

Jan.


Oh Jan, that is the SWEETEST picture! It's funny I am sitting here with my ONE and ONLY cat, Otis, and he looks a bit like your orange kitties. I had always had black cats, but one day my vet happened to mention that orange tabbies were the most affectionate, so next time I needed a cat---I picked out Otis. And I have to say that he lives up to that reputation. He is a mush. A delightful, squishy, affectionate mush. Right now I am having a respite from aching-for-Elliott to look at Otis sleeping peacefully here and just feeling very, very grateful for his presence. and yours! Thank you for what you contribute here.....and know that I ache for your aching. Our kitties are safe, safe, safe....and we will get to see them again someday.
Warmly,
Mikki
Furkidlets' Mom
OMG Jan,

I'm SO far behind in trying to catch up, in spurts, on everyone's losses here, so must apologize sincerely for not reading about your most recent and terribly tragic loss of your sweet Ziggy until just tonight. And I'm sitting here in utter shock and horror, in finding out what happened to your precious girl!!! I can't even imagine how anyone could deal with such an awful thing. ....the whole, terrible thing. Between her heartless murder and the vet's total incompetence.......oh, good God.....my heart just bursts wide open for you!

I barely know what to say, it's so horrible, other than I wish I could roll back time for you and for your loving and lovable Ziggy, to change all of what happened. And if I feel so shocky in just reading about this horror, oh, my dear, I don't know how you even get through a day, I honestly don't. And to all those around you who don't understand how all-consuming your grief must be......they're just utterly ignorant and blind fools who don't even 'get' what real love is. I feel so bad for you, isolated within your own pain and no one really there to hold your heart and help you through it, slowly and unceasingly.

But I'm so proud of you for writing that letter in your paper! Has it been published yet? Or any responses to it? I would have done the same, as it helps give voice to the importance of Ziggy's life, and also your grief.

If I remember right, you're on The Island, aren't you? If you are, no, I'm sure most people wouldn't expect such evil to be lurking around such parts. And here I'd often been pondering moving there at some point.....now I, too, have to wonder. Perhaps this world has just gotten too messed up for safe places to exist anymore. Oh, it's just too awful, and I'm simply so, so very sorry that such a thing could have happened to both Ziggy and you, and of course the rest of your dear family. The abominable things that happen to some souls in this world are absolutely too much to bear.

I, too, hope with all my heart that Ziggy will make as many appearances as possible for your sake, and to bring you some softer moments of comfort to your so-broken heart. You have ALL my sympathy, Jan. Hugs, hugs and more hugs of shared sorrow to you.
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (Mikki @ Sep 22 2008, 12:04 AM) *
Oh Jan, that is the SWEETEST picture! It's funny I am sitting here with my ONE and ONLY cat, Otis, and he looks a bit like your orange kitties. I had always had black cats, but one day my vet happened to mention that orange tabbies were the most affectionate, so next time I needed a cat---I picked out Otis. And I have to say that he lives up to that reputation. He is a mush. A delightful, squishy, affectionate mush. Right now I am having a respite from aching-for-Elliott to look at Otis sleeping peacefully here and just feeling very, very grateful for his presence. and yours! Thank you for what you contribute here.....and know that I ache for your aching. Our kitties are safe, safe, safe....and we will get to see them again someday.
Warmly,
Mikki


Hi Mikki - thank you so much. I have many beautiful cat pictures of Zita because she snuggled with anyone, anytime. She just couldn't believe anyone wouldn't want to.

I have had such special orange tabbies, I do think they are very affectionate. At least we have our other pets to keep us distracted... that is a blessing with the huge holes left by our special missing babies.

thank you again.

Jan.
Zita'sMom
Hello Furkidlets mom

Thank you so much for your understanding about what I am going through. It means so much because most people really just don't get the depth of what I'm experiencing. It is so good to hear it acknowledged because I get really out of whack but I know I need to work through this grief.

I didn't see my letter published in the paper. I don't know if I should resend it... anyway I have decided I am definitely going to write more about it. I posted my letter on our mailbox board. It has come down a couple of times and I just put it back up. I really want to remind the murderer that Ziggy is not forgotten and his/her actions are not forgotten.

I do live on the island and I am also shocked about what's happened. I moved to a rural neighbourhood mostly for my pets and now I so regret this choice... I've gone through all sorts of other really challenging and difficult cir%%stances and if I was to believe a house was cursed... well it's the closest I've been to dealing with something like that. I don't believe in curses but the intensity of many things going wrong and losing the precious sweet loved ones that mean the world to me... well it hurts me in the heart - like as in physical pain. I understand now how people could die of a broken heart.

I did live in the downtown area for about 13 years and my cat died of old age, never this sort of traumatic stuff. So I don't know why this is happening to me here, now in what should be a peaceful and friendly neighbourhood.

I so appreciate those who post here with understanding and compassion. If someone's child got shot and died 5 days later there would be no question about their grieving process, but unfortunately with cats some people just don't get it, period.

thanks again for your gift of sensitivity and understanding.

Jan.

QUOTE (Furkidlets' Mom @ Sep 22 2008, 02:00 AM) *
OMG Jan,

I'm SO far behind in trying to catch up, in spurts, on everyone's losses here, so must apologize sincerely for not reading about your most recent and terribly tragic loss of your sweet Ziggy until just tonight. And I'm sitting here in utter shock and horror, in finding out what happened to your precious girl!!! I can't even imagine how anyone could deal with such an awful thing. ....the whole, terrible thing. Between her heartless murder and the vet's total incompetence.......oh, good God.....my heart just bursts wide open for you!

I barely know what to say, it's so horrible, other than I wish I could roll back time for you and for your loving and lovable Ziggy, to change all of what happened. And if I feel so shocky in just reading about this horror, oh, my dear, I don't know how you even get through a day, I honestly don't. And to all those around you who don't understand how all-consuming your grief must be......they're just utterly ignorant and blind fools who don't even 'get' what real love is. I feel so bad for you, isolated within your own pain and no one really there to hold your heart and help you through it, slowly and unceasingly.

But I'm so proud of you for writing that letter in your paper! Has it been published yet? Or any responses to it? I would have done the same, as it helps give voice to the importance of Ziggy's life, and also your grief.

If I remember right, you're on The Island, aren't you? If you are, no, I'm sure most people wouldn't expect such evil to be lurking around such parts. And here I'd often been pondering moving there at some point.....now I, too, have to wonder. Perhaps this world has just gotten too messed up for safe places to exist anymore. Oh, it's just too awful, and I'm simply so, so very sorry that such a thing could have happened to both Ziggy and you, and of course the rest of your dear family. The abominable things that happen to some souls in this world are absolutely too much to bear.

I, too, hope with all my heart that Ziggy will make as many appearances as possible for your sake, and to bring you some softer moments of comfort to your so-broken heart. You have ALL my sympathy, Jan. Hugs, hugs and more hugs of shared sorrow to you.

AngelCareOne
Awww, thanks Jan and thanks for all your sharing! Big Hugs to Mikki and Furkidlets' Mom, too!!!

I have a bit of information that I'm going to PM to you, Jan.

More Hugs, Love, Peace, Faith and Hope!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Pal Always,
Angel xoxoxox
AngelCareOne
QUOTE
Zita'sMom Posted Today, 01:14 AM: I didn't see my letter published in the paper. I don't know if I should resend it... anyway I have decided I am definitely going to write more about it. I posted my letter on our mailbox board. It has come down a couple of times and I just put it back up. I really want to remind the murderer that Ziggy is not forgotten and his/her actions are not forgotten.

I do live on the island and I am also shocked about what's happened. I moved to a rural neighbourhood mostly for my pets and now I so regret this choice... I've gone through all sorts of other really challenging and difficult cir%%stances and if I was to believe a house was cursed... well it's the closest I've been to dealing with something like that. I don't believe in curses but the intensity of many things going wrong and losing the precious sweet loved ones that mean the world to me... well it hurts me in the heart - like as in physical pain. I understand now how people could die of a broken heart.

I so appreciate those who post here with understanding and compassion. If someone's child got shot and died 5 days later there would be no question about their grieving process, but unfortunately with cats some people just don't get it, period.

Thanks again for your gift of sensitivity and understanding.


Dearest Jan, I read the above and could not sleep. I want so much to tell you: Please Don't Give Up! You are Loved! We all love you, understand your pain, what you're experiencing and are here for you, Dear One! I wrote an email to my brother Tony early on during my own situation about ... Dying from grief ... And I'll share it with you if you wish as I still have it in save. See? I do know what you mean, your justified feelings, how very deep it all runs through you. We share so much in common with what happened to your beloved fur child and what happened to my fur and feather kids ...

A song came to my mind but I had to find the right video and that took some time. So worth it though because it explains so much better than I can with mere words. I hope this message gets across to you, Jan. Please, don't give up as long as you have the strength to carry on and when you find yourself lacking in that strength, lean on those who will lift you up! Know this and it's that: "Friends are Angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." We are your Friends, Dear One! Let us help ... And here's the song with all my Love to You and Your Fur Child!


Please Click on the Troubled Tired Angel With the Friendship Message




"Don't Give Up You Are Loved"

Don't give up.
It's just the weight of the world . . .
When your heart's heavy . . .
I ... I will lift it for you!

Don't give up!
Because you want to be heard . . .
If silence keeps you . . .
I ... I will break it for you!

Everybody wants to be understood!
Well I can hear you!
Everybody wants to be loved!
Don't give up . . .
Because you are loved!

Don't give up . . .
It's just the hurt that you hide . . .
When you're lost inside . . .
I ... I will be there to find you!

Don't give up . . .
Because you want to burn bright!
If darkness blinds you . . .
I ... I will shine to guide you!

Everybody wants to be understood!
Well I can hear you!
Everybody wants to be loved!
Don't give up . . .
Because you are loved!

You are loved!
Don't give up!
It's just the weight of the world . . .
Don't give up!
Every one needs to be heard!
You are loved!


Sending you Tons of Comforting Hugs, Many Loving Angels And
The Strength of Friendship, Peace, Hope and Faith!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Pal Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
Furkidlets' Mom
You know, Jan, not that this will 'solve' your pain for you, but I wonder if it's possible that whoever did this to Ziggy was out with the intent to shoot squirrels, ground squirrels (i.e. the commonly misnamed 'gophers') or some other creatures that icky people like that refer to as "pests", and Ziggy just got caught in the crossfire, so to speak? In other words, perhaps it wasn't exactly some kind of singular vendetta against her, or her being a cat in particular.

The only reason I bring this up is because living in a quasi-rural area myself, I'm familiar with how 'hick' the people around here often are, and they're even worse in the outlying, strictly rural area that surrounds us. They'll use small animals as target practice and they're so old-school, they consider such things to be perfectly normal. (UGH!) This might be an important point to consider as you struggle with the why's of what happened to Ziggy and the why's of what, as you say, "is happening to me here, now in what should be a peaceful and friendly neighbourhood." In other words, rural areas are very often one of the worst sources of many an antiquated and heinous act against innocent creatures. I'm often now more suspicious and wary of "peaceful"-looking countrysides and the types that lurk behind their cozy-looking country home windows, than with more metropolitan areas.

For example, when I was once at an all-animals sanctuary around here, with the neighbour's property only a few hundred yards away, as me and the woman who runs it were standing right out front next to her barn area & the road, as I worked with one piggie there, we clearly heard gun-fire right next door. She told me the neighbour's young boys "always" used ground squirrels as target practice.....right in their front yard, and so close within range of all of the sanctuary animals, the woman herself and even the roadway. They didn't give a hoot about anyone being hit. And in fact, I've even heard gun-fire right in our municipality and have heard tales of deer being shot right within the limits of our large town. It's illegal, but almost no one around her even gives a damn or does anything to curb it.

So I'm trying to say that this is perhaps more usual around your parts than you might have originally thought, and is NOT a personal vendetta against either your dear ones or you, from the Universe, or anything like that. Perhaps it's more 'just' the nature of many rural locales. Mind you, even I would have hoped for a bit less 'hick' behavior from BC, as compared to AB, but still, it's always a possibility, no matter where you live.

I say again, not that this will rid you of the anger itself, but that it may help you with some of the more earthly "why's", and as we know, every little bit of what goes on in our heads during mourning is part of the bigger picture of grief and needs addressing at one point or another.

"I posted my letter on our mailbox board. It has come down a couple of times and I just put it back up. I really want to remind the murderer that Ziggy is not forgotten and his/her actions are not forgotten."


I think that's a good step for you to take. Even if the murderer never sees it, it alerts others to the fact that such acts can deeply affect another. So even if they don't give a damn about animals' lives, they might care about human ones and how those can be left in ruins by thoughtless and cruel actions against animals whom we love. However, IF it's been ripped down (or just "come down" with weather? that wasn't exactly clear), in the interests of future safety, I'd be a bit wary, as that would indicate that someone around there is wholly insensitive to the entire thing and doesn't want anyone else to 'take on' an atti*tude of caring about animals. I don't know what your set-up is for mail (all separate mailboxes, or a central "Superbox"?), but if you each have your own right at your property line, is it possible that your mail carrier might be a suspect him/herself? Or has it just "come down" because you're not supposed to put anything up on the Superbox? (that's the 'rule' around here, but people do anyway, as have I when needed)

But as for that bigger picture, there's a book I just picked up for myself that you (or anyone else) might find helpful as well. It's written by Allen & Linda Anderson, founders of the Angel Animals Network ( Angel Animals website ) and is called "Saying Goodbye to Your Angel Animals." Now, I haven't finished it yet (stopping for each "meditation" in each chapter), but so far, it is indeed one of the most carefully-constructed, gentle and 'smarter' books on pet loss I've seen yet. It's also endorsed by several of my favourite and most-respected people in their fields, such as Susan Chernak McElroy and Marty Tousley. Here's the link from their website to the book itself: Saying Goodbye.... Anyway, they're about to shut off my power here for some installation work, so I can't finish what I was going to say, but maybe this book would help you work through everything.

Hugs for now and in all the moments to come,
F's Mom
AngelCareOne
QUOTE
You know, Jan, not that this will 'solve' your pain for you, but I wonder if it's possible that whoever did this to Ziggy was out with the intent to shoot squirrels, ground squirrels (i.e. the commonly misnamed 'gophers') or some other creatures that icky people like that refer to as "pests", and Ziggy just got caught in the crossfire, so to speak? In other words, perhaps it wasn't exactly some kind of singular vendetta against her, or her being a cat in particular.

The only reason I bring this up is because living in a quasi-rural area myself, I'm familiar with how 'hick' the people around here often are, and they're even worse in the outlying, strictly rural area that surrounds us. They'll use small animals as target practice and they're so old-school, they consider such things to be perfectly normal. (UGH!) This might be an important point to consider as you struggle with the why's of what happened to Ziggy and the why's of what, as you say, "is happening to me here, now in what should be a peaceful and friendly neighbourhood." In other words, rural areas are very often one of the worst sources of many an antiquated and heinous act against innocent creatures. I'm often now more suspicious and wary of "peaceful"-looking countrysides and the types that lurk behind their cozy-looking country home windows, than with more metropolitan areas.

For example, when I was once at an all-animals sanctuary around here, with the neighbour's property only a few hundred yards away, as me and the woman who runs it were standing right out front next to her barn area & the road, as I worked with one piggie there, we clearly heard gun-fire right next door. She told me the neighbour's young boys "always" used ground squirrels as target practice.....right in their front yard, and so close within range of all of the sanctuary animals, the woman herself and even the roadway. They didn't give a hoot about anyone being hit. And in fact, I've even heard gun-fire right in our municipality and have heard tales of deer being shot right within the limits of our large town. It's illegal, but almost no one around her even gives a damn or does anything to curb it.

So I'm trying to say that this is perhaps more usual around your parts than you might have originally thought, and is NOT a personal vendetta against either your dear ones or you, from the Universe, or anything like that. Perhaps it's more 'just' the nature of many rural locales. Mind you, even I would have hoped for a bit less 'hick' behavior from BC, as compared to AB, but still, it's always a possibility, no matter where you live.

I say again, not that this will rid you of the anger itself, but that it may help you with some of the more earthly "why's", and as we know, every little bit of what goes on in our heads during mourning is part of the bigger picture of grief and needs addressing at one point or another.

"I posted my letter on our mailbox board. It has come down a couple of times and I just put it back up. I really want to remind the murderer that Ziggy is not forgotten and his/her actions are not forgotten."


I think that's a good step for you to take. Even if the murderer never sees it, it alerts others to the fact that such acts can deeply affect another. So even if they don't give a damn about animals' lives, they might care about human ones and how those can be left in ruins by thoughtless and cruel actions against animals whom we love. However, IF it's been ripped down (or just "come down" with weather? that wasn't exactly clear), in the interests of future safety, I'd be a bit wary, as that would indicate that someone around there is wholly insensitive to the entire thing and doesn't want anyone else to 'take on' an atti*tude of caring about animals. I don't know what your set-up is for mail (all separate mailboxes, or a central "Superbox"?), but if you each have your own right at your property line, is it possible that your mail carrier might be a suspect him/herself? Or has it just "come down" because you're not supposed to put anything up on the Superbox? (that's the 'rule' around here, but people do anyway, as have I when needed)

But as for that bigger picture, there's a book I just picked up for myself that you (or anyone else) might find helpful as well. It's written by Allen & Linda Anderson, founders of the Angel Animals Network ( Angel Animals website ) and is called "Saying Goodbye to Your Angel Animals." Now, I haven't finished it yet (stopping for each "meditation" in each chapter), but so far, it is indeed one of the most carefully-constructed, gentle and 'smarter' books on pet loss I've seen yet. It's also endorsed by several of my favourite and most-respected people in their fields, such as Susan Chernak McElroy and Marty Tousley. Here's the link from their website to the book itself: Saying Goodbye.... Anyway, they're about to shut off my power here for some installation work, so I can't finish what I was going to say, but maybe this book would help you work through everything.

Hugs for now and in all the moments to come,
F's Mom


Dearest Jan, I wish to add a heartfelt "Ditto" to all that Furkidlets' Mom has said and take it a bit further. There are those in areas such as yours and even big city type areas that use soda cans, beer bottles and the like for target practice. It's also not unheard of for people to shoot out the windows of abandoned old cars, warehouses, sheds and other empty abodes. Sometimes they miss and other times when they don't miss then those bullets keep traveling. Many times the bullets are deflected after striking the primary target and go off at an angle thus hitting other objects.

There was one fellow many years ago who lived across the street from me and slightly off to the left who would become a bit ... Shall I say "eccentric" ... That man would come out into his front yard and start firing off a gun or rifle until the police would get here, talk him down and get him help. However, those bullets that go up or far away at an angle do eventually come down and they don't always come down in a "safe place."

I'm sure you've heard of that sort of thing on the news before where someone was struck out of nowhere with a stray bullet when nobody was around ... Perhaps while walking down the street, having a picnic in a park or even through their wall at home as they sat watching TV and so on ...

Furkidlets' Mom makes a good point.

Big Hugs, Lotsa Love, Peace, Hope and Faith!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Pal Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (Furkidlets' Mom @ Sep 23 2008, 12:14 PM) *
"I posted my letter on our mailbox board. It has come down a couple of times and I just put it back up. I really want to remind the murderer that Ziggy is not forgotten and his/her actions are not forgotten."


However, IF it's been ripped down (or just "come down" with weather? that wasn't exactly clear), in the interests of future safety, I'd be a bit wary, as that would indicate that someone around there is wholly insensitive to the entire thing and doesn't want anyone else to 'take on' an atti*tude of caring about animals. I don't know what your set-up is for mail (all separate mailboxes, or a central "Superbox"?), but if you each have your own right at your property line, is it possible that your mail carrier might be a suspect him/herself? Or has it just "come down" because you're not supposed to put anything up on the Superbox? (that's the 'rule' around here, but people do anyway, as have I when needed)


Hi F's Mom

I posted another topic - a Yorkie was shot over the past few days also - I am trying to get more details but they didn't leave a phone number. Will be calling police, paper, tv station etc again.

I don't think shooting Ziggy was an accident at all. I think this person is a real sicko and takes pleasure in their power in taking a life. I have a strong feeling about that, especially since the Yorkie has been shot recently... and I am a peace loving person, really not liking those thoughts at all.

We have central post boxes with many boxes on them - three of them in the area.

One of my posters had shot holes in them shortly after my posting it, the other was ripped down while other posters remained up.

Thank you for the name of that book. I will look for it.

This is like living in a war zone now. I am shocked and sickened.

Jan
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (AngelCareOne @ Sep 23 2008, 04:57 PM) *
Dearest Jan, I wish to add a heartfelt "Ditto" to all that Furkidlets' Mom has said and take it a bit further. There are those in areas such as yours and even big city type areas that use soda cans, beer bottles and the like for target practice. It's also not unheard of for people to shoot out the windows of abandoned old cars, warehouses, sheds and other empty abodes. Sometimes they miss and other times when they don't miss then those bullets keep traveling. Many times the bullets are deflected after striking the primary target and go off at an angle thus hitting other objects.


Dottie - I'm just getting the feeling that this is all intentional and it's some Iceman in the making that is doing this sort of thing for the sheer power of the kill of something that cannot fight back. I actually am thinking by the bullet hole in my poster that they get some pleasure out of my pain as well...

How to handle this... I don't know.

I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack.

Will go to your PM after I get my old border collie some food - she is barking her head off!

I don't know whether to roll up in a ball or get stinking, fighting mad and start marching around the neighbourhood with a camera or..... God knows what else. What do you even do to people who just don't care, period?

How can I really continue with normal life knowing this is going on...?

Jan.
AngelCareOne
QUOTE
Dottie - I'm just getting the feeling that this is all intentional and it's some Iceman in the making that is doing this sort of thing for the sheer power of the kill of something that cannot fight back. I actually am thinking by the bullet hole in my poster that they get some pleasure out of my pain as well...

How to handle this... I don't know.

I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack.

Will go to your PM after I get my old border collie some food - she is barking her head off!

I don't know whether to roll up in a ball or get stinking, fighting mad and start marching around the neighbourhood with a camera or..... God knows what else. What do you even do to people who just don't care, period?

How can I really continue with normal life knowing this is going on...?

Jan.


Jan, you are correct. It is intentional. Did you get the PM that I sent to you last night? If not, then I will send it again because this has got to stop and it's got to stop now.

I just read your other post about the Yorkie and ... "D" it, this is serious. Please pardon my bad language. Did you get that PM from me that I sent to you last night?

Don't forget to breathe, Jan. We will find who is doing this and stop him. We will. Please have Faith that this killer will be apprehended. In the meantime, keep breathing, Dear One.

The Warrior Angel,
Dottie xoxoxox

PS. I briefly responded to one of your PMs earlier. Please read it. Very important coping skills in that PM response. You need that very much right now.
Furkidlets' Mom
OMG, Jan, then this does sound deliberate, horribly so. Trends like that in an area shouldn't be ignored, that's for certain. Maybe you ought to go to the local media, if there is one. Here, there have been many stories like that that get some media attention, and then it often stops.

I wouldn't take ANY chances with either letting anyone else out of the house alone, OR with in any way linking up where you live/where Ziggy lived to your letter, just in case this S.O.B. wants to make your pain even worse. Even if it's not so, sometimes it rather pays to act with a little dose of paranoia, just to hedge your bets. So if it were me, I'd take every precaution possible, but then try my hardest NOT to dwell in fear so I wouldn't be drawing that to me. Be smart, act smart, think smart and then do whatever else you need to do. And make taking good care of yourself one of the TOP priorities, too, along with the rest of your family.

I'm tellin' ya, this world is getting crazier every single day and I suspect our best way to 'fight back' is to send waves of peaceful intention (as in what we'd RATHER see) 'out there' to counteract such villainy. But I know it must be almost impossible for you right now to even begin to think peacefully, so just do your best, even if that's not up to par. Wish I could be there to patrol and dig up info. FOR you.....
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (Furkidlets' Mom @ Sep 23 2008, 08:45 PM) *
OMG, Jan, then this does sound deliberate, horribly so. Trends like that in an area shouldn't be ignored, that's for certain. Maybe you ought to go to the local media, if there is one. Here, there have been many stories like that that get some media attention, and then it often stops.


Yes, the people with the Yorkie (who was shot twice 4 days apart) went to the tv station and I suggested they go to the papers as well. I've created a poster for the neighbourhood in hope that we can band together. Will put it in the other section in the "Cybershoulder room", where the topic has been moved, for suggestions.

If I'd been shot myself it would have been less painful than dealing with the loss of my two cherished babies. It has affected my life in profound ways. It is affecting my work, my marriage... I agree with your thoughts of "fighting back" with waves of peaceful intention. But on the other hand, if I could vaporize this person(s) with my mind, I totally would.

thanks for being there.

Jan.
Zita'sMom
Here is a prayer I wrote - maybe it will help others.


When we are in times of crisis or difficulty, help us to accept the challenge of transformation; of shifting directions and making important changes. Whether we know the reasons for situations or not ­ let us find meaning within them.

From the ashes of despair, let us find the power of love to heal pain. Rather than be driven apart, let our difficulties be the bridge that brings us together in a higher more spiritual love. Let our problems bring out our deepest truths and in self- reflection, may we release fears that keep us in a state of suffering. Let us accept the challenge of difficult cir%%stances to grow and transform spiritually.

Instead of being driven apart by fear, let us walk together in love. In passing on this power and strength to each other we are kept alive in joy and in purpose. Let us never suffer alone, but reach out to others.

The material side of life is impermanent. Our spiritual journeys help us move forward. Let us find together find oneness in these spirit journeys.

****
Zita'sMom
Thoughts:

I continue to ask for guidance from the angels/spirit world/God/you-fill-in-the-blank and I have had some very warm feelings at times, as well as cold chills in my body.

Songs pop into my head again, like "Raindrops keeping falling on my head", but the one that gave me shivers, especially in light of other pets being shot was the song "One Voice" by Barry Manilow.

Here's a link (Dottie, I wish I could easily figure out the fancy stuff you do.):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKPWzLgvgW4...feature=related

It's not the best imagery, but at least you can sing along. smile.gif

The words:

One Voice

Just One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Singing so they hear what's on your mind,
And when you look around you'll find
There's more than

One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
Joining with your One Voice,
Each and every note another octave,
Hands are joined and fears unlocked,
If only

One Voice
would start it on its own,
We need just One Voice facing the unknown,
And that One Voice would never be alone
It takes that One Voice.
Would never be alone
It takes that One Voice.

Just One Voice
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Shout it out and let it ring.
Just One Voice,
It takes that One Voice,
And everyone will sing!


Zita'sMom
I've mentioned this in another post -a friend of mine was talking to me the other night about the pain we go through in life.

These are personal thoughts and philosophies and we don't necessarily all share the same views, but here's a thought anyway. I am starting to think that life here is not as real as the spirit world side. Gordon Smith, a medium, talks about what he believes about re-incarnation. Someone asked him what would happen if someone close re-incarnated before the other passed to the spirit world - would that person not be there to greet them? He said that he believes the soul on the other side continues their own life as the other part of the soul here carries on their earth life (not in those words exactly). If that is true, then what we live here is more like a dream and the other side is the real part. We are just unaware while we are "awake" that we are constantly in touch on other levels. That would mean right now, on other levels, are in touch with our deceased loved ones including our fur family. It stretches the mind I know... but on the other hand it is a comforting thought.

Life is really a sort of "game", a challenge, a journey. Our pain is there so we can grow. It doesn't make it any less painful and at times I know myself, I have become quite negative rather than rising to the challenge. This is where I think it is so important to reach out to each other, to fuel each other and lift each other up. It is the sense of unity and belonging and oneness that seems to be the only thing here that really "matters".

just my thoughts.

Jan.
Furkidlets' Mom
Oy!......this story just keeps getting worse and worse! That poor doggie, too, and his/her family! What is becoming of all the places in the world?!?! I can only hope it's like the proverbial storm before the calm (worldwide, that is).

I know many, many Intuitives have been saying that animals, as well as human animals, have been leaving this realm in record numbers in the last while (say, the last 2-3 yrs.), and that there's a highly significant, spiritually-based reason behind this, but that also only brings a tiny modic*um of comfort in the finding meaning for those of us who've 'lost' them. *sigh* They say, since they're so in-tune with the higher realms to begin with, that many are going as a means of helping to prepare us, energetically, for the Great Shift in human consciousness that's underway right now. I can only hope this is so, as it's so NOBLE a reason for taking one of the soul-designed 'outs' in their lifetimes, no matter how that 'out' came about. And I think were it me, in the case of such a sudden and tragic departure of my baby, that's about the only small comfort I might find regarding "reasons" thereof!

Your prayer was simply lovely and your soul is showing such wisdom in the construction of those words and thoughts. As for your further thoughts re: Gordon Smith, it is also said (and actually experienced by many fortunate and diligent people.....AND from of the animals that TELL them it's so!) that we all live in parallel dimensions, all at once, because linear Time is nothing more than a construct of our ego in this earthly plane, and does not really exist in the Whole of Creation......which easily explains how we could actually be in more than one place at one 'time', or even several places. As they also say, that's why we're never 'bothering' our loved ones if we yak to them all the time or ask questions of them either in an informal or formal communing. They can be off doing their own work (whatever that might be according to the individual) and yet still be with us &/or listening or talking to us at the same 'time'. You know that old quote about life being but a dream? -- this life here is but a mere FRAGMENT of what the Whole of Life is all about! Frankly, I can hardly WAIT to experience this for myself, either while still on this one, lone plane, or after I'm 'gone', too. But sooner would be nicer and would lend itself to more peace, for sure! To be one of the humans who could traverse more than one dimension in a fuller way and then not just believe it's so, but KNOW it from within.....now that's a dream worth exploring!

And so, when we get these little 'hits' of other dimensions, through our furkids showing us that there's much more than meets the physical eye, we should sit up and take serious notice, for they are trying to prove it to us in whatever ways they can, or that we can allow in.

Right now I'm (also) reading "Shapeshifting With Our Animal Companions" by Dawn Baumann Brunke, where it is mainly her (now 'gone') dog, Barney (who is obviously not just a "dog" in the fullness of his Being), who explains and shows her all this and more. It's a somewhat challenging read in parts, but well worth it.

But delving into all these sorts of things and ways of seeing and being, challenging what we thought we knew, or believed.....is often propelled BY the (to us, so sorrowful) departures of our beloved kidlets, just as it's been for countless others on this path at this 'time'. It does help us find at least some meaning in the wake of physical death, and we are always being helped and guided by those unseen, who love us and who never leave our sides even when we feel utterly alone. We ARE them and they ARE us, in the final ana*lysis, and so yes, sharing aspects of ourselves with others is paramount to returning to our Wholeness. We ARE supposed to be that One Voice, but singing through 'individual' aspects of our Oneness. And while our learning doesn't have to come from painful experiences, it very often just does.

Thanks for sharing all that you have here. That continues to help me, too, wub.gif even after (I'll say "only yet the seeming eternity of") 25 months without the physical presence of my girl here. It's helpful to have these momentary 'breaks' from sheer, torturous grief, to help balance our journeys through such pain, they also being yet another necessary part of that whole, long road.

There's also another perspective I'd like to share here, about pain and the lessons that can come from it. To be honest, I still sort of 'waffle' on this particular one (because it's still very painful in some ways), so it's still in flux. But I had sort of an epiphany awhile ago, regarding my father and the legacy of pain he created in his time on earth. While I'd thought of this before, it seemed to sink in even deeper after I learned that he'd died (and no one even told me, making for even more complicated reactions). If not for the sheer amount of painful things he did in his lifetime here, and despite always having had a deeper connection to animals, perhaps, just perhaps, that connection wouldn't have spurred me on in the exact and specific ways it has, had he not shown me such a marked contrast to Love. And taking this one step further, perhaps it was even written into our soul agreements before incarnating here, that he would essentially 'be an A-hole' to us all, in order for me to grow into where I've grown (so far) while here. So, in fact, perhaps this WAS a form of Love in disguise, in order to get me where I am, spiritually, today. Perhaps it was a twisted-looking, yet still actual gift to me and for me? I'm willing to consider the possibility, at least, of things not looking like Love, but Love still being the driving force behind even such horrid events on this plane. I know this may sound to many like a great stretch, but it certainly takes some of the edge off so much past and even current pain for me, and even helps me marry all these concepts together into a logical and cohesive whole. Having said that, it has taken the bulk of my life to even begin to see it (and him) this way, so these lessons can take a long, long time to come to fruition, much less acceptance. And on the surface, I'm nowhere near peaceful about it all, but someday, maybe this will all fall into place and I'll KNOW for sure.

I guess we all have to take solace in whatever we can find that gives us that solace, and that all helps the Whole, too.
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (Furkidlets' Mom @ Sep 25 2008, 03:26 PM) *
As for your further thoughts re: Gordon Smith, it is also said (and actually experienced by many fortunate and diligent people.....AND from of the animals that TELL them it's so!) that we all live in parallel dimensions, all at once, because linear Time is nothing more than a construct of our ego in this earthly plane, and does not really exist in the Whole of Creation......which easily explains how we could actually be in more than one place at one 'time', or even several places.

.....this life here is but a mere FRAGMENT of what the Whole of Life is all about! to prove it to us in whatever ways they can, or that we can allow in.



Yes - this all "feels right" to me. I don't know how it works exactly but it seems our physical existence is just one small fragment as you said, and part of our human condition is a lack of understanding the full consciousness. But I do think we get glimpses, and the more open we become, the more glimpses we get.

I spoke to a medium a couple of days ago who heard a "meow" when I asked about Ziggy. She said she saw (in her minds' eye) a cat on a chair with a cushion, and Ziggy had such a chair. I mentioned that I had heard a small meow in my office as well, and she validated that as a visit. She also told me that when she was very young she had a beloved cat who ate rat poison and she found it dead. That night she awoke to the cat kneeding at the bottom of her bed. She was frightened and didn't understand, but later realized the blessing offered by this visit.

But everything you said sounds good to me. I guess our belief systems help us to cope. It's like my idea of imagining that Ziggy is with someone else, who looks after her not just as well, but even better than me. That helps me to send her loving thoughts and not thoughts full of fear.


QUOTE
Right now I'm (also) reading "Shapeshifting With Our Animal Companions" by Dawn Baumann Brunke, where it is mainly her (now 'gone') dog, Barney (who is obviously not just a "dog" in the fullness of his Being), who explains and shows her all this and more. It's a somewhat challenging read in parts, but well worth it.


I will look for this - sounds interesting.


QUOTE
It does help us find at least some meaning in the wake of physical death, and we are always being helped and guided by those unseen, who love us and who never leave our sides even when we feel utterly alone. We ARE them and they ARE us, in the final &%^ysis, and so yes, sharing aspects of ourselves with others is paramount to returning to our Wholeness. We ARE supposed to be that One Voice, but singing through 'individual' aspects of our Oneness. And while our learning doesn't have to come from painful experiences, it very often just does.


Yes, I've always thought we were like cells of one huge organism.

QUOTE
Thanks for sharing all that you have here. That continues to help me, too, wub.gif even after (I'll say "only yet the seeming eternity of") 25 months without the physical presence of my girl here.


You are very welcome! It is of course my self-centred grief that keeps me here! But I hope I can offer something to others too! I have been really exhausted lately and trying to sort of do the normal things everyone expects me to do here.

QUOTE
And taking this one step further, perhaps it was even written into our soul agreements before incarnating here, that he would essentially 'be an A-hole' to us all, in order for me to grow into where I've grown (so far) while here. So, in fact, perhaps this WAS a form of Love in disguise, in order to get me where I am, spiritually, today. Perhaps it was a twisted-looking, yet still actual gift to me and for me? I'm willing to consider the possibility, at least, of things not looking like Love, but Love still being the driving force behind even such horrid events on this plane. I know this may sound to many like a great stretch, but it certainly takes some of the edge off so much past and even current pain for me, and even helps me marry all these concepts together into a logical and cohesive whole.


I don't think it is a stretch. I find that my reaction to pain and grief is to only find understanding and resolve with it sometime after the loss, when the new patterns and the new reality take over the old. When "normal" becomes something different than it was. In the midst of pain, it just feels like pain... at least to me. Do all things happen with a life plan in mind? I don't know. I think there could be many parallel outcomes, and maybe we "explore" different avenues, as warped as that does seem, like why would we want to....? But pain does often push us new and different directions, and maybe that's why it's there.

I know that some of my own most difficult moments led to some good things in the past, though these weren't about dealing with physical losses.

QUOTE
Having said that, it has taken the bulk of my life to even begin to see it (and him) this way, so these lessons can take a long, long time to come to fruition, much less acceptance. And on the surface, I'm nowhere near peaceful about it all, but someday, maybe this will all fall into place and I'll KNOW for sure.


Okay, well, when you find out, DO pass on the info! wink.gif Because I'm dying to know!

Thank you for your heartfelt posts, I really appreciate your perspectives.

Jan.
AngelCareOne
QUOTE (Zita'sMom @ Sep 25 2008, 12:09 PM) *
Thoughts:

I continue to ask for guidance from the angels/spirit world/God/you-fill-in-the-blank and I have had some very warm feelings at times, as well as cold chills in my body.

Songs pop into my head again, like "Raindrops keeping falling on my head", but the one that gave me shivers, especially in light of other pets being shot was the song "One Voice" by Barry Manilow.

Here's a link (Dottie, I wish I could easily figure out the fancy stuff you do.):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FKPWzLgvgW4...feature=related

It's not the best imagery, but at least you can sing along. smile.gif

The words:

One Voice

Just One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Singing so they hear what's on your mind,
And when you look around you'll find
There's more than

One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
Joining with your One Voice,
Each and every note another octave,
Hands are joined and fears unlocked,
If only

One Voice
would start it on its own,
We need just One Voice facing the unknown,
And that One Voice would never be alone
It takes that One Voice.
Would never be alone
It takes that One Voice.

Just One Voice
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Shout it out and let it ring.
Just One Voice,
It takes that One Voice,
And everyone will sing!


Wow, Jan! I have been studying the lyrics to the other songs like "Frosty the Snowman," the other one, the one quoted above and "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head." Do you know what all these songs have in common? Every one of them? First, here's the lyrics to "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" along with a link to a video with the song and some images. Special attention to the title of this song and the song you posted above as well. Okay? Here goes ...

"Raindrops Keep Fallin on My Head"

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me

Jan, I left out all punctuation intentionally. Now a link to the song. Please turn up your volume and click on the link below ...


"Raindrops Keep Fallin on My Head"

Are you seeing the pattern that I'm seeing, Dear One? What is this saying to you? It's saying something cuz it gives you "the shivers." Please share. Okay? Please feel free to PM me, Hon.

Tons of Comforting Hugs, Love and Many Angels!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Your Pal Always,
Dottie xoxoxox

Zita'sMom
QUOTE (AngelCareOne @ Sep 30 2008, 11:31 PM) *
[Are you seeing the pattern that I'm seeing, Dear One? What is this saying to you? It's saying something cuz it gives you "the shivers." Please share. Okay? Please feel free to PM me, Hon.


Hi Dottie - now you've got me really curious... I just thought Frosty was a way of saying Ziggy would be back one day... and "Raindrops" was like, don't give up?... and One Voice - well, the same I guess, that I needed to use my "voice" to do what I can about Ziggy's murderer, but also in the sense of sharing pain.... insights..?

Do you know something kinda weird? Well a couple of things weird. I was talking to one of the neighbours about Ziggy and they happened to mention someone else in the area that did some work we need doing. I wrote his name and number on the back of Ziggy's poster. This is probably coincidental but it was his dog that got shot twice a week ago (or so). This dog is recovering, and it was shot with a pellet gun, not a high powered air rifle like Ziggy's. They are super, super nice people, could probably end up good friends.

In another range of weird, and perhaps complete "coincidence", Ziggy was shot on Aug 23rd which is the day my husband's previous wife died. She then died at 6 am on August 28th. My previous partner's former wife died at 6 p.m. on August 28th. Both these deaths had huge significant impact on my and my husband's lives. Again, could be total coincidence....

Jan.
AngelCareOne
QUOTE (Zita'sMom @ Sep 30 2008, 10:59 PM) *
Hi Dottie - now you've got me really curious... I just thought Frosty was a way of saying Ziggy would be back one day... and "Raindrops" was like, don't give up?... and One Voice - well, the same I guess, that I needed to use my "voice" to do what I can about Ziggy's murderer, but also in the sense of sharing pain.... insights..?

Do you know something kinda weird? Well a couple of things weird. I was talking to one of the neighbours about Ziggy and they happened to mention someone else in the area that did some work we need doing. I wrote his name and number on the back of Ziggy's poster. This is probably coincidental but it was his dog that got shot twice a week ago (or so). This dog is recovering, and it was shot with a pellet gun, not a high powered air rifle like Ziggy's. They are super, super nice people, could probably end up good friends.

In another range of weird, and perhaps complete "coincidence", Ziggy was shot on Aug 23rd which is the day my husband's previous wife died. She then died at 6 am on August 28th. My previous partner's former wife died at 6 p.m. on August 28th. Both these deaths had huge significant impact on my and my husband's lives. Again, could be total coincidence....

Jan.


Jan, you are very insightful indeed! However, you need to take your interpretations just a bit further. Spot on so far. As far as "coincidences" go, I feel the same as Albert Einstein: "I am convinced that He (God) does not play dice." Those things are not just chance. Here:

Loved to smile ...

http://image.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardia...tein460x276.jpg

Hamming it up. My very favorite famous photo of Einstein ...

http://www.hair-squared.com/einstein_tongue.jpg

A sweet, soulful man. Look into his eyes ...

http://www.mlahanas.de/Physics/Bios/images...ertEinstein.jpg

A brilliant and genius physicist! Some of his theories were proven true after he died ...

http://rosenblumtv.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/einstein.jpg

And a philosopher in the truest sense ...

http://www.andrewsavory.com/blog/einstein.010.png

Here's more about him ...

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Albert_Einstein

And many of his famous quotes ...

http://rescomp.stanford.edu/~cheshire/EinsteinQuotes.html

Can you tell I'm a real fan? You bet!

Tons of Hugs, Love, Hope and Peace!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Always,
Dottie xoxoxox

Furkidlets' Mom
Hi Jan,
QUOTE
...I do think we get glimpses, and the more open we become, the more glimpses we get.

Yes, and many more people now are once again getting far more than just "glimpses", as they open back up to how it apparently used to be, way back when. Wish I was already there, at that point, myself!

QUOTE
That night she awoke to the cat kneeding at the bottom of her bed. She was frightened and didn't understand, but later realized the blessing offered by this visit.

Another "wow and a-ha!!" moment. And again, wish I could get the same! However, it's personal accounts just like this that we can open to, to at least come to the understanding that there's MUCH more to reality than what we've thought for so long. In fact, I'd like to share an ancient (Netsilik) Eskimo song that you may have seen before, which speaks to the fact that we've only FORGOTTEN how things really are:
in the very earliest time,

when both people and animals lived on earth,

a person could become an animal if he wanted to

and an animal could become a human being.

Sometimes they were people

and sometimes animals

and there was no difference.

All spoke the same language.


We've only forgotten - Who we are, What we are, how we're all part of the same "Organism". The full reality's still there as it's always been, but we've forgotten how to tap into it effortlessly. Some posit that this came about from the first idea/feeling of DOUBT. Some say the One wanted its own 'company', and so set about creating its own 'bits' to experience Itself in different ways. Some say life is all about lessons, while others say it's really only about experiencing all aspects of Life. Some say it was all a deliberate plan set up in advance, so 'we'd ' be able to experience this physicality in all its fullness, in order to make 'our' way slowly back to the original fullness.... but after having added even MORE experience of various forms of consciousness into the mix along the way, and therefore to evolve the All even further, as a means for the Whole of Consciousness to grow and continue to expand. And so every bit of growth or evolution affects the Whole, as it must.

And even quantum physicists say that there ARE multiple dimensions, but with each particle affecting other (twin) ones in any or all dimensions. So it's not hard to see that we could have other lives in parallel planes, each different, yet each designed to take another road, in ORDER to experience ever more things and in different ways. And science is merging (finally!) with the knowledge from mysticism. It all makes sense and comes together as a grand whole, even if we're not sure of the beginnings of HOW or WHY this came about.

But what it can do for US, who mourn the physical absence of our beloveds, is to help us realize there IS no real separation, and there CAN'T be.....even if we're not personally adept at communing well with those who are not only a part of us, but who, in reality, are ALSO us. It's like we're individuals and yet also one big unit, the same but also unique parts of the Whole. And we're NOT just 3-dimensional. The 4th dimension (Time) is already here, but is now, itself, expanded, and so we're getting those "glimpses" into it more frequently now.

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It's like my idea of imagining that Ziggy is with someone else, who looks after her not just as well, but even better than me. That helps me to send her loving thoughts and not thoughts full of fear.

That's a fine way to think of it! And whatever works for you best is always what you need go with. As someone else here once said, it's like thinking that our loved ones are in a place where they're finally getting whatever they truly DESERVED all along - love and perfection in abundance, compared to the seeming IMperfection of the physical world.

QUOTE
It is of course my self-centred grief that keeps me here! But I hope I can offer something to others too! I have been really exhausted lately and trying to sort of do the normal things everyone expects me to do here.

But it's NOT "self-centred" if you consider that the Whole (which includes you) will evolve as an outgrowth of your grief, too. Grief is just another experience, albeit a most painful one to us, but it's neither right nor wrong. It just IS, and no differently than, say, JOY, it deserves its own place and honour as another experience. And certainly, if one of the best ways to connect to our loved ones is through the heart, and grief is so much about "heart", then there's everything 'right' about grieving! If we did already remember (and so could fully sense/experience) our Allness, we wouldn't need to grieve. But we're not quite there again yet. So there's no self-blame needed, only self-acceptance for being just where you need to be right here, right now, and in every single "now" henceforth. Your BEING HERE is an offering in itself. No one needs to be continually giving advice or coming up with answers in order to be offering something of great value. It is very often in the questioning that we come closest to our other parts. It is often in the confusion of others where we can connect most deeply, knowing we're not alone in our feelings or doubts. It's the SHARING that's more important, whatever slant that takes. It's the reaching out that matters, whether in need or to give back.

And I'll tell you, Jan, I sure didn't even bother trying to do anything anyone else "expected" me to do, or be like, especially in the earlier time of my grief. It was all I could handle just trying to keep breathing, get a drink of water, push myself to take a few steps....only if it HELPED me, personally, to do for others, could I manage that much effort. Naturally, I did for Nissa everything and even more than before after Sabin left, but ONLY for her and no one else. The rest of the world didn't matter one iota to me at that point, and so what? Things and other people went on anyway. Grief takes too much actual energy out of us to worry about doing what's expected, unless it bothers you SO much that it's better for you if you follow that route. Or you can mix it up as needed. This is YOUR grief, not someone else's, and you need to look after YOU, first and foremost, whatever that 'looking after' entails, which may or may not include others' needs. As I've always said (not that most others around me ever took/take this to heart, mind you! rolleyes.gif ), if you can't fall apart during GRIEF AND MOURNING, then when exactly are you enti*tled to??? You won't have anything to offer anyone if you're nothing but an empty shell anyway, so self-care has to be at least a fairly decent chunk of the process.

And you're suffering greatly, no wonder, and who of any compassion could blame you?!?! And for me, after 'losing' Nissa.....it's still a struggle and more so if people try to PUSH me into 'normalcy'. It's not THEIR life; it's MINE, or at least my 'individual' aspect of the Whole. So I'll do what I want, when I want, and at the pace that's most helpful and comfortable for ME.

I hope some of this might help to hold you up in some way, if not now, then later.

Oh, and no, there are NO coincidences. Uh-uh. That word should be struck from the English language, I think, as it only helps us keep the illusion of separation. How could there be, if everything is one, big, unified entity? All parts are somehow linked.

And if it helps you to find even one aspect of meaning or connection, here are the meanings, according to Doreen Virtue's (you can Google her if you like) communion with the angels, of the repeating numbers "23" (also my Nissa's transition date) and "28":
  • 23 - you are working closely with one or more ascended masters such as Jesus, Moses, the saints or the goddesses. This is a message from your ascended-master guides, who can see the answer to your prayers is within reach. They encourage you to stay positive to ensure that you attract the best possible outcome.
  • 28 - Money comes to you as you keep the faith that you, your loved ones, and your beautiful life purpose are fully supported by Heaven.

Purrs of comfort,
F's Mom
geese
I just read your post and I am crying. I can't understand how any human being can be so cruel as to hurt an animal.

My heart goes out to you. There are no words that can even say how bad I feel for you. I am a cat lover, and I lost my best friend Max to a sudden illness on July 19th. Time has helped me feel better, but it's hard, and I think it's always gonna be hard.

Please hang in there, and I hope you can find peace somehow.

Geese
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (geese @ Oct 2 2008, 12:30 AM) *
I just read your post and I am crying. I can't understand how any human being can be so cruel as to hurt an animal.

My heart goes out to you. There are no words that can even say how bad I feel for you. I am a cat lover, and I lost my best friend Max to a sudden illness on July 19th. Time has helped me feel better, but it's hard, and I think it's always gonna be hard.

Please hang in there, and I hope you can find peace somehow.

Geese


Thank you for caring.

I read a little bit on your thread about "taking things too hard". I realized this morning that other people who are able to be philosophical/ bright and cheery after a pet's death, are either burying their feelings, or they just were not very attached!

I would love to think we can have such a great understanding of our short physical life here that we barely think twice when someone has passed to spirit... but the same people who "hold it together" so well for the loss of a pet, would not necessarily be that way about the loss of a child or the loss of a spouse.

I think we feel the pain we do because we loved our pets so deeply, and so the loss is deep also. I know if I came to earth as a pet, which type of person I'd want to live with!

Your tears mean that you truly understand the loss.

thanks again.

Jan.
Zita'sMom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXNmXHqBoMA

I'll Never Love This Way Again

You look inside my fantasies
And make each one come true
Something no one else had ever found a way to do
I've kept the memories one by one
Since you took me in
I know I'll never love this way again

I know I'll never love this way again
So I keep holding on before the good is gone
I know I'll never love this way again
Hold on, hold on, hold on

A fool will lose tomorrow
Reaching out for yesterday
I won't turn my head in sorrow
If you should go away

I'll stand here and remember
Just how good it's been
And I know I'll never love this way again

I know I'll never love this way again
So I keep holding on before the good is gone
I know I'll never love this way again
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Zita'sMom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HZoKgkhckFU...feature=related

Keep Holding On

You're not alone
Together we stand
I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There's no place to go
You know I won't give in
No I won't give in

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

So far away
I wish you were here
Before it's too late, this could all disappear
Before the doors close
And it comes to an end
With you by my side I will fight and defend
I'll fight and defend
Yeah, yeah

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Hear me when I say, when I say I believe
Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny
Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

La da da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da da

Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Keep holding on
Keep holding on

There's nothing you could say
Nothing you could do
There's no other way when it comes to the truth
So keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
AngelCareOne
Jan, Hon. Just remember this.

If the black knight can be this persistent then so can we!!!

Click below please ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zKhEw7nD9C4

Defeat is not an option, Dear one! Love You Bunches!!!

Tons of Hugs!!! wub.gif wub.gif wub.gif

Always,
Dottie xoxoxox
AngelCareOne
Ut oh, my PC is about to boot me off. Gotta shut down, do maintenance then will come back and talk about what you just posted, Jan.

More Hugs!!!

Always,
Dottie xoxoxox

PS. Be about 10 minutes or so if ya gotta leave ... You can read what I post later, Hon.
More Hugs!!!

Here I go > > > > > > >
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (AngelCareOne @ Oct 3 2008, 02:02 AM) *
Jan, Hon. Just remember this.
If the black knight can be this persistent then so can we!!!


Hehehe. Yes, it's all in the mind, all in the mind.....

smile.gif

Jan.
ann
Jan, those pictures are so adorable. Thanks for your comfort in my forum. Hoping things are working out better for you. I know what you mean about a loss bringing 2 people closer. That's the way it should be,so we tend to think. I'm reading more into Dave these days. He really is trying to put this whole thing behind him. I know he misses Arthur too, but when I get (as he calls it) "emotional" he hates it 'cuz it breaks his heart to have to think about him being gone. This is why I don't cry around him, or tell him how terribly I miss him, etc. That's why I come here. .. Thanks again.. Ann
NovaJade
"Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands,
but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is."
-Maxim Gorky

Zita'sMom
QUOTE (ann @ Oct 3 2008, 02:59 AM) *
Jan, those pictures are so adorable. Thanks for your comfort in my forum. Hoping things are working out better for you. I know what you mean about a loss bringing 2 people closer. That's the way it should be,so we tend to think. I'm reading more into Dave these days. He really is trying to put this whole thing behind him. I know he misses Arthur too, but when I get (as he calls it) "emotional" he hates it 'cuz it breaks his heart to have to think about him being gone. This is why I don't cry around him, or tell him how terribly I miss him, etc. That's why I come here. .. Thanks again.. Ann


It's funny with my husband. He says he accepts fully that Ziggy has moved on to spirit to a better place. But he has also said he can't go "there" to that black place of grief, and I think that's more to the point. I also don't think he attaches to the pets as deeply as I do, in fact I'm sure of that. The hardest is that he can't accept my grief and actually turns away from me. So there is the grief of Zita and Ziggy, and then the sadness I feel about his distance from me.

Oh this life is such a complicated place to be..

thanks for your comfort also.

Jan.
Zita'sMom
QUOTE (NovaJade @ Oct 3 2008, 10:25 PM) *
"Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands,
but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is."
-Maxim Gorky


Oh yes, so true. At least Ziggy knew how much I loved her and appreciated her. I know that.

How are you doing these days? Have you found any insights about dealing with your own loss?

Funny how having Ziggy was so healing for me with the loss of Zita at the time. Now I just feel a huge aching void for both of them.

Jan.
Zita'sMom
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itzG_hy1Vm8...feature=related

Angels

I sit and wait
does an angel contemplate my fate
and do they know
the places where we go
when we´re grey and old
´cos I´ve been told
that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when I’m lying in my bed
thoughts running through my head
and I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

and through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life wont break me
when I come to call she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

when I’m feeling weak
and my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
and I know I’ll always be blessed with love
and as the feeling grows
she breathes flesh to my bones
and when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

and through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
when I come to call she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

and through it all she offers me protection
a lot of love and affection
whether I’m right or wrong
and down the waterfall
wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
when I come to call she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead
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