Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?
I was just checking in, and now I am blinking back tears. I know how hard this was for you, and how it's like the 'end of an era' when an elderly kitty passes into the next plane. It's been 7 years since my special boycat Bo has been gone, and somehow he is still here, not just in my heart but in my home when I see his favorite chair or when I open a jar of baby food (his favorite) I can now think of him with soft sweet memories, and still blink tears back, too...
Our thoughts are with you.
I was going to email this to you, but couldn't find your email address on your blog, so even though this story is a little long, and you may not be able to read through it right now, it is one of 2 favorite stories about how we love our animal companions...Living LoveIf you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember…The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter – simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room – and when you feel it brush against you for the first time – it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your long-time friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend’s diet – and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.And on this day – if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own – on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you – you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night. If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul – a bit smaller in size than your own – seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg – very, very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lie – you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart. As time passes, the ache will come and go as it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when – along with the memory of your pet – and piercing through the heaviness in your heart – there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love – like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this love will remain and grow – and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our beloved pets – it is a love that we will always possess.~ Written by Martin Scot Kosins, Author of “Maya’s First Rose” ~
Farewell to a royal cat.
Bertie was a royal and honorable cat.
I'm so sorry. :(
I am so sorry for your loss. My heart goes out to you.
PB: I'm so sorry to have to say sorry again so soon. What an awful year this has been for you, to lose two dear friends. Having been through it before doesn't make it one whit easier. I hope our sharing it with you eases the burden a little.
I am so, so sorry for your loss.
This past September, we lost our 23-year-old South End alley cat who rescued us. And I still expect her to be sitting on the end of the couch. Even when it is expected, it's quite the shock.Thank you for sharing Bertie with us. Our thoughts are with you.
I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved Snalbert. My heart sank when I saw the post with his beautiful photo. It brought tears to my eyes.Jenn(Swansea)
So sorry to hear about Bertie, and Snicky before him. It's heart-breaking to lose pets you've had for so long. I'm sure they had wonderful, lovely lives. 've been following your blog for several weeks in anticipation of a move from San Francisco to Boston next month. I love all the pics and the writing and now it has become a daily habit to check-in, so thank you for all the Back Bay information! And thank you for sharing your cats with your readers.from Joyce, Oscar, Zoey, and Amelia (one of us is human; three are cats).
So sorry to read about your beloved. Purrs to you. xoxoMs. Stella O'Houligan
Heartbreaking ... You are all in my thoughts and prayers.
I lost my 17 year old cat on Wednesday. My heart broke but I knew it was her time. My heart is with you.
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