My precious girl of 15, Kitty, left me last Wednesday. I never in my life would have beieved it would hurt so much. I feel a physical hole left in my chest and in my heart. I am greatful that in the end it was swift decline. She did not linger for weeks or months. What ever it was that was ailing her never effected her as she she was always cheerful and playful, so I knew that what ever was going on inside her poor tummy causing years of declining weightloss, it was never a quality of life issue. I never determined if it was indeed cancer beacuse we were always able to treat the symptoms till the very end, so I let her go. She wanted to go.
I believe she is with me, I know she is with me and will never leave my side. I have felt her on my lap several times, a warm tingly energy. That comforts me, but I wish I could see something more tangable, like a figure or hear a meow in the middle of the night. Has anyone else expereinced this???
My girlfriend is a reiki master and ran energy on her in her last hour of life. Kitty gave her energy back (I am thinking to imprint on her), this I truly believe. THe next day she felt Kitty's same energy and begain to chanel her and Kitty had many things to tell me. One that I did the right thing, she was ready to leave this earth. She will always be with me and that she loves me very very much. That is why I believe I feel her sitting on my lap at times. I truely know that she is with me. I just wish I could see or hear her.
I miss her so much.
Full Version: I Lost My Precious Girl Last Week
Hi, j3nny, please permit me to offer you my sincerst sympathies in the physical loss of your beloved Kitty. Losing a companion is never easy regardless of the circumstances or how long we are blessed with the privilege of their company. It is very special that your beloved Kitty was able to transition home to the angels in the place she loves the most - - her home filled with the sights, sounds, and smells - - the tenderness of her human family comforting her.
I am so glad you are feeling your beloved Kitty's sweet Living Spirit with you. Still, this grief journey is a very painful one both emotionally and physically because we are faced with the agonzing adjustment to no longer having their sweet precious physical presence with us. This is not an easy transition to make because we live in a physically oriented world governed by the 5 senses of taste, touch, sight, sound, and smell. This grief journey is also filled with all the "first withouts" and the "this time yesterday, last week, last year" to endure - - memories that can be very painful during the deep grief because they are yet another blatant reminder that we no longer have their sweet physical body to hold.
To help bridge the adjustment to the physical absence of your beloved Kitty, you may find it helpful to hold one of your beloved Kitty's blankets, toys, collar, etc. - - something that belongs only to your beloved Kitty. No, it isn't the same as holding her, but it does help to bridge the physical separation.
I know from first hand experience that this grief journey is filled with many different emotions that can overwhelm us all at one time, even when we have many treasured memories to hold onto and a deep faith that one day we will be reunited with our beloved companions in eternal joy. One of the many things you need to remember is that you are not alone. Each of us here do understand what you are going through, and we are here for you for as long and as often as you need us.
Thank you so much for sharing your beloved Kitty with us, j3nny. She is a beautiful little girl, and you are forever blessed being the heir to her eternal love. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, j3nny, and please let us know how you're doing.
Peace and blessings,
moon_beam
I am so glad you are feeling your beloved Kitty's sweet Living Spirit with you. Still, this grief journey is a very painful one both emotionally and physically because we are faced with the agonzing adjustment to no longer having their sweet precious physical presence with us. This is not an easy transition to make because we live in a physically oriented world governed by the 5 senses of taste, touch, sight, sound, and smell. This grief journey is also filled with all the "first withouts" and the "this time yesterday, last week, last year" to endure - - memories that can be very painful during the deep grief because they are yet another blatant reminder that we no longer have their sweet physical body to hold.
To help bridge the adjustment to the physical absence of your beloved Kitty, you may find it helpful to hold one of your beloved Kitty's blankets, toys, collar, etc. - - something that belongs only to your beloved Kitty. No, it isn't the same as holding her, but it does help to bridge the physical separation.
I know from first hand experience that this grief journey is filled with many different emotions that can overwhelm us all at one time, even when we have many treasured memories to hold onto and a deep faith that one day we will be reunited with our beloved companions in eternal joy. One of the many things you need to remember is that you are not alone. Each of us here do understand what you are going through, and we are here for you for as long and as often as you need us.
Thank you so much for sharing your beloved Kitty with us, j3nny. She is a beautiful little girl, and you are forever blessed being the heir to her eternal love. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, j3nny, and please let us know how you're doing.
Peace and blessings,
moon_beam
Thank you moon_beam,
I find myself gathering all of her physical reminders (last blanket she slept on, stray lost hairs, collars, etc). I did remember to ask the vet to have a bit of her belly fur, it still has the gentle smell of her and i can feel and hold it. That gives me great comfort.
She was my first pet and the first to go. She is survived by two other 15 year olds and two 5 year old (who are brother and sister). Having five cats was lead to a lively household but I loved it. I find it a vast difference without her. I was really wrapped up in the care of her the past year. It was only to ensure she ate and gained weight which she aslways did but then would slip back down. I can't help but to feel guilt that if I had been more diligent that she'd still be with me or if it was just nature taking its natural course.
It is so different without her. I would have to take three trips a week for cat food for her and then spend time with her when she ate to coax her and praise her. Now I just scoop dry food in four bowls and listen to the crunch, crunch, crunch. Its sad for me.
They all must know that something is different now, their behavior changed in the past few weeks and it has now shifted again. Not to mention that Daddy has come home from Afghanistan, so having him around is a big change too. I wish that they could talk to us, tell us if they are hurt or to confirm they are happy.
Life is so up and down with the pain and joyful memories. I long for her so much. I miss her so very much. I have a lump in my throat all the time. TOmorrow is the dreaded day at 7:30 p.m. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time just to cradle her in my arms. She was my special girl.
I find myself gathering all of her physical reminders (last blanket she slept on, stray lost hairs, collars, etc). I did remember to ask the vet to have a bit of her belly fur, it still has the gentle smell of her and i can feel and hold it. That gives me great comfort.
She was my first pet and the first to go. She is survived by two other 15 year olds and two 5 year old (who are brother and sister). Having five cats was lead to a lively household but I loved it. I find it a vast difference without her. I was really wrapped up in the care of her the past year. It was only to ensure she ate and gained weight which she aslways did but then would slip back down. I can't help but to feel guilt that if I had been more diligent that she'd still be with me or if it was just nature taking its natural course.
It is so different without her. I would have to take three trips a week for cat food for her and then spend time with her when she ate to coax her and praise her. Now I just scoop dry food in four bowls and listen to the crunch, crunch, crunch. Its sad for me.
They all must know that something is different now, their behavior changed in the past few weeks and it has now shifted again. Not to mention that Daddy has come home from Afghanistan, so having him around is a big change too. I wish that they could talk to us, tell us if they are hurt or to confirm they are happy.
Life is so up and down with the pain and joyful memories. I long for her so much. I miss her so very much. I have a lump in my throat all the time. TOmorrow is the dreaded day at 7:30 p.m. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time just to cradle her in my arms. She was my special girl.
Hi, j3nny, thank you so much for sharing with us how you're doing. Please let me try to reassure you that what you are feeling is very normal deep grief - - very painful both emotionally and physically, yes - - still very normal. This grief adjustment journey is frequently referred to as a horror roller coaster ride, but I promise you that one day, in your own way and in your own time, you will begin to find that the deep sorrow that is in your heart now is not quite so intense.
Yes, even the precious companions who are with us after a loss of a beloved companion also grieve, for their family "pack" is now changed, and they go through a period of "re-defining" the pack "heirarchy" - - just as you now are faced with the task of establishing a "new normal" that no longer includes the physical needs of your beloved Kitty. This is an adjustment that will not be reconciled in an hour, a day, a week, a month, or even 6 months, j3nny - - for as I mentioned before you are now on a journey that is filled with all the "first withouts" and the memories of "this time yesterday, last week, last month, last year" to endure.
It is important that you find healthy ways to express your deep sorrow, j3nny. Crying is a very natural grief process, even if you need to do so privately - - for the tears you cry are literally healing tears as they literally wash out of your body the toxins that build up from the stress of grief. Also some people find it comforting to keep a journal of their feelings which is a private way where they can write letters to their beloved companions, include the words to favorite songs and poems, include favorite pictures, etc.. Some people are afraid that as their deep sorrow eases that they will forget their beloved companions. Although this is impossible, keeping a journal of your thoughts, feelings, memories, etc., will help you to go back and recall your beloved Kitty whenever you want to. And do not feel silly continuing to talk to her - - for the sound of your voice is still a sweet sound to her ears as she listens intently to everything you share with her as you continue on your earthly journey.
I know during the deep grief that there really are no adequate words in any language that can soothe the seering pain of sorrow that is in the heart. I can only hope and pray that the words I share with you will be able to offer you some measure of comfort, support, encouragement, and hope as you travel your grief adjustment journey.
Thank you again for sharing with us how you're doing, j3nny. I hope you will have a peaceful evening blessed with your beloved Kitty's sweet Living Spirit to comfort you. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, j3nny, and please let us know how you're doing.
Peace and blessings,
moon_beam
Yes, even the precious companions who are with us after a loss of a beloved companion also grieve, for their family "pack" is now changed, and they go through a period of "re-defining" the pack "heirarchy" - - just as you now are faced with the task of establishing a "new normal" that no longer includes the physical needs of your beloved Kitty. This is an adjustment that will not be reconciled in an hour, a day, a week, a month, or even 6 months, j3nny - - for as I mentioned before you are now on a journey that is filled with all the "first withouts" and the memories of "this time yesterday, last week, last month, last year" to endure.
It is important that you find healthy ways to express your deep sorrow, j3nny. Crying is a very natural grief process, even if you need to do so privately - - for the tears you cry are literally healing tears as they literally wash out of your body the toxins that build up from the stress of grief. Also some people find it comforting to keep a journal of their feelings which is a private way where they can write letters to their beloved companions, include the words to favorite songs and poems, include favorite pictures, etc.. Some people are afraid that as their deep sorrow eases that they will forget their beloved companions. Although this is impossible, keeping a journal of your thoughts, feelings, memories, etc., will help you to go back and recall your beloved Kitty whenever you want to. And do not feel silly continuing to talk to her - - for the sound of your voice is still a sweet sound to her ears as she listens intently to everything you share with her as you continue on your earthly journey.
I know during the deep grief that there really are no adequate words in any language that can soothe the seering pain of sorrow that is in the heart. I can only hope and pray that the words I share with you will be able to offer you some measure of comfort, support, encouragement, and hope as you travel your grief adjustment journey.
Thank you again for sharing with us how you're doing, j3nny. I hope you will have a peaceful evening blessed with your beloved Kitty's sweet Living Spirit to comfort you. Please know you are in my thoughts and prayers, j3nny, and please let us know how you're doing.
Peace and blessings,
moon_beam
Thank you moon_beam,
Thank you so much,
I am very good at crying out loud. It does actually make me feel better, but I was worried the other furries were getting upset by it too. I try to talk to them about about kitty too. I tell them I miss our girl and I know they must too.
I started a journal the first night after and I want to remember everything. I write my journal to Kitty. Telling her as much as I can about memories and how much I miss her.
I started calling her when I came home and when I am ready for bed as I alwasy did. In a way I feel she hears me and comes when I call her. It is a great comfort to me.
I know that grief takes time. It's only hard to image the future. One day at a time it is....
Thank you for your kind words.
Thank you so much,
I am very good at crying out loud. It does actually make me feel better, but I was worried the other furries were getting upset by it too. I try to talk to them about about kitty too. I tell them I miss our girl and I know they must too.
I started a journal the first night after and I want to remember everything. I write my journal to Kitty. Telling her as much as I can about memories and how much I miss her.
I started calling her when I came home and when I am ready for bed as I alwasy did. In a way I feel she hears me and comes when I call her. It is a great comfort to me.
I know that grief takes time. It's only hard to image the future. One day at a time it is....
Thank you for your kind words.
Hi j3nny,
So sorry to read about Kitty she looks a darling puss.
I understand what you are going through Simba passed away a fortnight today to the hour at home with us around him whilst the vet attended him, he was not only a cat but very much a member of the family & a blessing on our house, we miss him dreadfully especially myself when everyone has gone out of the house at the beginning of the day - it was very much just me & him. He always greeted me when i woke up in the morning, supervised my housework, I built my life around the sweetheart especially when became ill with cushings disease, diabetes, & athiritus. Like you, I very much miss the gentle physical presence of having him around, found myself desperate for his energy & begging him to let me know where he is so we can reassure each of the change that has happened & Simba has done god bless him.
We had a routine when he was in his physical form that he supervised me whilst I make breakfast & he would come & sit with me whilst I ate, he always without fail pawed my legs in a very gentle way, thankfully he has continued to do this, so reassuring to know he is trying do the things we normally did even though it does not compensate for not being able to stroke him or do things together. The silence in the house is deafening to say the least not to mention the pain of walking past places which were his favorite spots & I am unable to see Simba, I am sure you are sadly feeling the same in your home. Simba has even started coming back on the bed again which he had stopped doing because it was too difficult for him, so I know all the pain & suffering he was going through have gone.
Like you with Kitty's possessions, i wear his silver collar around my wrist to have some vestige of physical contact with him & keep his picture near which has a chunk of fur that fell out of his coat, attached to the back of it which i stroke when i need to.
I am so glad you can feel Kitty's energy with you as Simba's gentle energy is with me , the fact they make their blessed presence known is the surest token of love & assurance of their love for us, & it also acknowledges to us by them, that they are loved not just just in physical sense but in the spiritual sense. At least you can console your other cats & grieve together in this awful time & be there for each other.
Take care of yourself & dont be afraid to cry.
hugs
gravessa
So sorry to read about Kitty she looks a darling puss.
I understand what you are going through Simba passed away a fortnight today to the hour at home with us around him whilst the vet attended him, he was not only a cat but very much a member of the family & a blessing on our house, we miss him dreadfully especially myself when everyone has gone out of the house at the beginning of the day - it was very much just me & him. He always greeted me when i woke up in the morning, supervised my housework, I built my life around the sweetheart especially when became ill with cushings disease, diabetes, & athiritus. Like you, I very much miss the gentle physical presence of having him around, found myself desperate for his energy & begging him to let me know where he is so we can reassure each of the change that has happened & Simba has done god bless him.
We had a routine when he was in his physical form that he supervised me whilst I make breakfast & he would come & sit with me whilst I ate, he always without fail pawed my legs in a very gentle way, thankfully he has continued to do this, so reassuring to know he is trying do the things we normally did even though it does not compensate for not being able to stroke him or do things together. The silence in the house is deafening to say the least not to mention the pain of walking past places which were his favorite spots & I am unable to see Simba, I am sure you are sadly feeling the same in your home. Simba has even started coming back on the bed again which he had stopped doing because it was too difficult for him, so I know all the pain & suffering he was going through have gone.
Like you with Kitty's possessions, i wear his silver collar around my wrist to have some vestige of physical contact with him & keep his picture near which has a chunk of fur that fell out of his coat, attached to the back of it which i stroke when i need to.
I am so glad you can feel Kitty's energy with you as Simba's gentle energy is with me , the fact they make their blessed presence known is the surest token of love & assurance of their love for us, & it also acknowledges to us by them, that they are loved not just just in physical sense but in the spiritual sense. At least you can console your other cats & grieve together in this awful time & be there for each other.
Take care of yourself & dont be afraid to cry.
hugs
gravessa
Thank you gravessa for your kind words.
We are definately experiencing the same thing. I read your story yesterday and saw you handsome boy's pic. What a wonderful story of his coming into your life. I feel your pain of seeing him ill and not wanting to let go from your life.
Today is the first week at 7:30 pm when with her sweet head in my hand she took her last breath. I am okay but wish I could have her back. I hope to start feeling her more, like jumping up on the bed and smelling her etc. I think in my grief it was reaching to hard. I hope to get to a calmer place so I can open up to her more.
I know it must be hard on you to have an house with no other furries with Simba gone. My others are restabilshing the house with the queen gone. The power is being tested and they can sense a big change in routine. The more I realize it they had been so different the two last weeks of her life. It is odd to me that the food time is very simple and the litter box is way cleaner. My poor darling was so sick for so long with upset tummy I never really knew most soil was hers. I feel so bad for her but she was a quiet sweet thing that she remained steadfast and happy. She had a good quality of life up till the last few days. For that I am eternally greatful.
I will love her forever.
My thoughts go out to you and Simba.
j3nny
We are definately experiencing the same thing. I read your story yesterday and saw you handsome boy's pic. What a wonderful story of his coming into your life. I feel your pain of seeing him ill and not wanting to let go from your life.
Today is the first week at 7:30 pm when with her sweet head in my hand she took her last breath. I am okay but wish I could have her back. I hope to start feeling her more, like jumping up on the bed and smelling her etc. I think in my grief it was reaching to hard. I hope to get to a calmer place so I can open up to her more.
I know it must be hard on you to have an house with no other furries with Simba gone. My others are restabilshing the house with the queen gone. The power is being tested and they can sense a big change in routine. The more I realize it they had been so different the two last weeks of her life. It is odd to me that the food time is very simple and the litter box is way cleaner. My poor darling was so sick for so long with upset tummy I never really knew most soil was hers. I feel so bad for her but she was a quiet sweet thing that she remained steadfast and happy. She had a good quality of life up till the last few days. For that I am eternally greatful.
I will love her forever.
My thoughts go out to you and Simba.
j3nny
I am so blu today. I just feel the frown on my face. I miss my girl and although the shock and phsyical pain is gone, I feel guilty it is not still there. I know there is a process to this and every day it gets better. How do we get over the guilt that it is getting better? I know that our furry departed loved ones do not want us to wallow, they want us to live, but there is a level of guilt (I guess that is survivors guilt??)
I do look at her pictures and I am able to smile and have a nice memory. I do believe she is healthy and happy playing on the other side. But I wish she were here with me. I want to scoop her up and rub my nose in her fur and smell her.
It is just a sad day for me I guess.
I do look at her pictures and I am able to smile and have a nice memory. I do believe she is healthy and happy playing on the other side. But I wish she were here with me. I want to scoop her up and rub my nose in her fur and smell her.
It is just a sad day for me I guess.
Hello friends
Although my love is of a different species - dog - I, too have just been separated from him. Today is the third day. He had to pass over when I was 1800 miles away attending a critically ill sister. My big black lab/newfoundland was with the woman who had fostered him just after he was rescued. Rufus was never sick a day in his life - we thought. Thursday she called me to say that he'd thrown up the night before and wouldn't eat that morning. After trips to three vets, including my wonder-vet - the best vet on earth, I'm convincedd - and the University of Minnesota small animal clinic, it was determined that he had a spleen tumor which had spread to his heart - both made up of thousands of timy newly formed blood vessels. Lost more ugly findings but being periphrally associated with medicine, I knew it was the end. I gave consent to the "pink shot". I stiill feel SO bad that he died among strangers. No one to hold his giant head. No one to stroke his velvet ears, no one totell him what a good dog he is, no one to tell him how much he is loved. At the moment when his spirit was passing over, he sent a puff of warm breath that I felt on my right elbow.
I'm still in the stage of shock and awe. My dad left here for his home town in Minnesota - directly into a quasi-nursing home following a stroke (his third) that he had here. My sister is still critical. My ankle is still smashed, my eyes are still leaking and my heart is still breaking.
Sorry this is all about me, me, me. Every loved animal is a soul mate. We carry a part of their souls and they carry a part of ours - forever - in both directions. These amazing animals seek the whole universe to find exactly THE one - out of how many billions - who has the part of their soul, go through all kinds of means to put themselves in our paths, and when we neet, the rush of instant love tells both of us that "this is the one." Then we have a life of joy and love - for a while. Whoever made the univers dicided to make one half of the pair have a life span much shorter than the other. I jusut thought of this now: I've always thought the half left behind in the physical world had the most grief, but who knows what these precious loves go through while deciding when to go home?
As we walk this lonesome journey, let's try to keep gentle but strong. And give thanks for having been chosen by wonderful beings as their one and onlies.
Gretta and Rufus's mom
Although my love is of a different species - dog - I, too have just been separated from him. Today is the third day. He had to pass over when I was 1800 miles away attending a critically ill sister. My big black lab/newfoundland was with the woman who had fostered him just after he was rescued. Rufus was never sick a day in his life - we thought. Thursday she called me to say that he'd thrown up the night before and wouldn't eat that morning. After trips to three vets, including my wonder-vet - the best vet on earth, I'm convincedd - and the University of Minnesota small animal clinic, it was determined that he had a spleen tumor which had spread to his heart - both made up of thousands of timy newly formed blood vessels. Lost more ugly findings but being periphrally associated with medicine, I knew it was the end. I gave consent to the "pink shot". I stiill feel SO bad that he died among strangers. No one to hold his giant head. No one to stroke his velvet ears, no one totell him what a good dog he is, no one to tell him how much he is loved. At the moment when his spirit was passing over, he sent a puff of warm breath that I felt on my right elbow.
I'm still in the stage of shock and awe. My dad left here for his home town in Minnesota - directly into a quasi-nursing home following a stroke (his third) that he had here. My sister is still critical. My ankle is still smashed, my eyes are still leaking and my heart is still breaking.
Sorry this is all about me, me, me. Every loved animal is a soul mate. We carry a part of their souls and they carry a part of ours - forever - in both directions. These amazing animals seek the whole universe to find exactly THE one - out of how many billions - who has the part of their soul, go through all kinds of means to put themselves in our paths, and when we neet, the rush of instant love tells both of us that "this is the one." Then we have a life of joy and love - for a while. Whoever made the univers dicided to make one half of the pair have a life span much shorter than the other. I jusut thought of this now: I've always thought the half left behind in the physical world had the most grief, but who knows what these precious loves go through while deciding when to go home?
As we walk this lonesome journey, let's try to keep gentle but strong. And give thanks for having been chosen by wonderful beings as their one and onlies.
Gretta and Rufus's mom
Hello friends
Although my love is of a different species - dog - I, too have just been separated from him. Today is the third day. He had to pass over when I was 1800 miles away attending a critically ill sister. My big black lab/newfoundland was with the woman who had fostered him just after he was rescued. Rufus was never sick a day in his life - we thought. Thursday she called me to say that he'd thrown up the night before and wouldn't eat that morning. After trips to three vets, including my wonder-vet - the best vet on earth, I'm convincedd - and the University of Minnesota small animal clinic, it was determined that he had a spleen tumor which had spread to his heart - both made up of thousands of timy newly formed blood vessels. Lost more ugly findings but being periphrally associated with medicine, I knew it was the end. I gave consent to the "pink shot". I stiill feel SO bad that he died among strangers. No one to hold his giant head. No one to stroke his velvet ears, no one totell him what a good dog he is, no one to tell him how much he is loved. At the moment when his spirit was passing over, he sent a puff of warm breath that I felt on my right elbow.
I'm still in the stage of shock and awe. My dad left here for his home town in Minnesota - directly into a quasi-nursing home following a stroke (his third) that he had here. My sister is still critical. My ankle is still smashed, my eyes are still leaking and my heart is still breaking.
Sorry this is all about me, me, me. Every loved animal is a soul mate. We carry a part of their souls and they carry a part of ours - forever - in both directions. These amazing animals seek the whole universe to find exactly THE one - out of how many billions - who has the part of their soul, go through all kinds of means to put themselves in our paths, and when we neet, the rush of instant love tells both of us that "this is the one." Then we have a life of joy and love - for a while. Whoever made the univers dicided to make one half of the pair have a life span much shorter than the other. I jusut thought of this now: I've always thought the half left behind in the physical world had the most grief, but who knows what these precious loves go through while deciding when to go home?
As we walk this lonesome journey, let's try to keep gentle but strong. And give thanks for having been chosen by wonderful beings as their one and onlies.
Gretta and Rufus's mom
Although my love is of a different species - dog - I, too have just been separated from him. Today is the third day. He had to pass over when I was 1800 miles away attending a critically ill sister. My big black lab/newfoundland was with the woman who had fostered him just after he was rescued. Rufus was never sick a day in his life - we thought. Thursday she called me to say that he'd thrown up the night before and wouldn't eat that morning. After trips to three vets, including my wonder-vet - the best vet on earth, I'm convincedd - and the University of Minnesota small animal clinic, it was determined that he had a spleen tumor which had spread to his heart - both made up of thousands of timy newly formed blood vessels. Lost more ugly findings but being periphrally associated with medicine, I knew it was the end. I gave consent to the "pink shot". I stiill feel SO bad that he died among strangers. No one to hold his giant head. No one to stroke his velvet ears, no one totell him what a good dog he is, no one to tell him how much he is loved. At the moment when his spirit was passing over, he sent a puff of warm breath that I felt on my right elbow.
I'm still in the stage of shock and awe. My dad left here for his home town in Minnesota - directly into a quasi-nursing home following a stroke (his third) that he had here. My sister is still critical. My ankle is still smashed, my eyes are still leaking and my heart is still breaking.
Sorry this is all about me, me, me. Every loved animal is a soul mate. We carry a part of their souls and they carry a part of ours - forever - in both directions. These amazing animals seek the whole universe to find exactly THE one - out of how many billions - who has the part of their soul, go through all kinds of means to put themselves in our paths, and when we neet, the rush of instant love tells both of us that "this is the one." Then we have a life of joy and love - for a while. Whoever made the univers dicided to make one half of the pair have a life span much shorter than the other. I jusut thought of this now: I've always thought the half left behind in the physical world had the most grief, but who knows what these precious loves go through while deciding when to go home?
As we walk this lonesome journey, let's try to keep gentle but strong. And give thanks for having been chosen by wonderful beings as their one and onlies.
Gretta and Rufus's mom
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