Terri was amazing all through the whole heartwrenchingly sad day. I could not have asked for a better partner to go through this deep grief with.
At the very end, I kissed our sweet girl and told her I would see her again, and not to worry. I wanted her to feel free to head on over to the next stage. Whatever that is. We decided that Terri's mom was waiting for her, surrounded by all the family pets that have passed over, and that Little would have a nice soft lap to go to immediately, to be comforted and loved and welcomed.
That's really the only thought that has helped me; to think that she is now, at this very moment, surrounded by love and all her favorite things. All she really wanted was love. From the very first night I had her (after finding her, skinny and sad, under an apartment building, over eight years ago), all she ever wanted was to be snuggled and loved.
After Her Death
I am trying to find the lesson
For tomorrow. Matthew something.
Which lectionary? I have not
forgotten the Way, but, a little,
the way to the Way. The trees keep whispering
peace, peace, and the birds
in the shallows are full of the
bodies of small fish and are
content. They open their wings
so easily, and fly. So. It is still
I open the book
which the strange, difficult, beautiful church
has given me. To Matthew. Anywhere.
~ Mary OliverI like the part about "the trees keep whispering peace, peace..."
Peace, sweet Tiger Lily. My heart breaks open for you.