Dear Willie Bigg Stubb
My heart, too, is weeping along with yours at the passing of your precious Willie. Twenty six years - that's an amazing earthly lifetime for a kittie. It's practically half a HUMAN life span - or at least 1/3. Your heart must be shattered in a million pieces.
Moonbeam is right - and I clung to her words during my loss last year. Willie's spirit DOES live. Here's how I know: True love never diminishes or dies - ever. You and Willie were a special pair of soul-mates, sharing a single soul. That's the truest love there is. So ... Willie IS right there beside you, just like always. ONly thing is - you can't see or hear or touch him. And to us human's that means "gone." But it's NOT! Willie has carried a piece of your soul ever since the beginning of time and will carry it until the end of time. You, too, carry a piece of Willie's soul, from all time, for all time. Some people around the world call these special animals "spirit animals". Some American Indians call them white buffaloes. You call him Willie. And he calls you dad. Since forever, for forever.
All this means that not only does Willie live (albeit in a different form - and one that hurts we humans like H*()*), it means that you will one day pass into that life form. And you WILL be reunited with Willie - only thousands of times closer than before.
Meanwhile Willie is on his job just like always - watching over you, guiding your steps, and most important, loving you and being loved by you.
These words are hardly comforting to you right you. Your heart is being shot over and over again by the high-powered rifle of not seeing Willie. This will dull somewhat sometime - every person's timing is different. Your only job right now is to keep breathing. THAT"S IT! Take some nourishment and liquids, as Moonbeam says. And beyond that, do what ever your heart tells you to do. Cry, scream, pound (soft) things, curse and swear (but not in front of children

), curl up in fetal position and just sob your heart out .... anything. We at LS have done almost everything that can be imagined during our "rolloer coaster ride from Hades." The night after I sent my Gretta (the kindest chocolate lab who ever lived) to the perfect World, I was so devastated that I took two of her snowsuits and velcro-ed them together to make myself a pillow. Then I slept on her big orthopedica dog bed for over a week. (And the men with straight-jackets haven't come to get me yet!)
Willie Bigg Stubb, we hurt in proportion as we love. Some people say that eventually the pain turns to happy memories but I'm not sure i believe that. I'm 13 months in and only about 1/4 of the pain has ebbed. And that's OK. It's manageable.
Please let me know how you're doing (if you feel like posting). I cannot imagine the magnitude of suffering after 26 years of love. But I can try. And we here at LS are a band of brothers and sisters who individually are weak and crushed, but who together lift each other up and give each other the strength to go on.
I know my Gretta has taken Willie under her wing (?) and is introducing him all around the perfect World. To her cousins Birney, crocker, Kelly, precious Trevor-Forever, Hermy the bunnie, Gino, Mickey and all the beautiful animals that are waiting for their moms and dads. Even little Aloo, a street dog I met in India last year. Like Willie, Aloo was VERY lucky - he had a name and a home and a dad who loved him - rare in that place in the world.
Willie Big Stubb, until we post again, go in peace. The world is with you - and it is good.
Gretta's mom