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A dear friend of mine just lost her furchild. People who do not share their hearts with a fur child will never understand the grief we feel.
They aren't just a pet, an animal, a chore. They take your heart in their paws and hold it close. They love you when no one else does. They listen when all other ears are closed to you. They take you into their hearts and love you the way no one can.
If you make a fool of yourself, they don't care. You can be fat, thin, white, black, smart, and not so smart. They don't care. They do care about your tears, sitting with you, leaning against you worried and wondering. They'll clear away your tears and then go do something so ridiculous that you have to laugh. They revel in that laughter. They roll in it, toss it in the air and hold that close
When there is no one, nothing left for you in this world, they are there, holding you to the earth, needing you and in that needing there is a type of healing.
And yet, we have them for such a brief time and when they leave us there is that feeling of quilt that maybe you could have done something. Somethingyou could have done to change the outcome. And your heart breaks.
I lost a puppy at a month and a kitten at 2 weeks. They both broke my heart. I've lost dogs and cats at 15 plus and each and everyone broke my heart. I still cry for my Emily, at 16, blind and incontinent, she somehow found her way to the street where she was killed. While we were on vacation. She knew it was time for her to go and she took matters into her own paws. THinking of Pip, liver took him at 4. My big beautiful panther as gentle as a breeze. My Mutley, who I miss desperately lately. Those big eyes, that silly expression on his face, the sheer amazing intelligence he possessed. My heart breaks each time I think of him.
ANd my Neba, the best cat in the world gone for more than a decade, nearly two and still the thought of him makes me smile.
You see, that's the miracle of fur babies. You love them furiously, you lose a piece of your heart when they die but their love for you is so miraculous, so incredible that despite your best efforts to fight against it, you seem to always end up yearning for another furry face to kiss, a furry body to cuddle and a furry soul to meld with yours and to make you one.
This is to all the furbabies who have gone on, to all the furbabies who will tonight and to the furbabies who are here now to make us whole. You are the definition of love and our pain at your going is nothing compared to the love you shared with us. A good journey to you and wait for us. We will be with you eventually.
They aren't just a pet, an animal, a chore. They take your heart in their paws and hold it close. They love you when no one else does. They listen when all other ears are closed to you. They take you into their hearts and love you the way no one can.
If you make a fool of yourself, they don't care. You can be fat, thin, white, black, smart, and not so smart. They don't care. They do care about your tears, sitting with you, leaning against you worried and wondering. They'll clear away your tears and then go do something so ridiculous that you have to laugh. They revel in that laughter. They roll in it, toss it in the air and hold that close
When there is no one, nothing left for you in this world, they are there, holding you to the earth, needing you and in that needing there is a type of healing.
And yet, we have them for such a brief time and when they leave us there is that feeling of quilt that maybe you could have done something. Somethingyou could have done to change the outcome. And your heart breaks.
I lost a puppy at a month and a kitten at 2 weeks. They both broke my heart. I've lost dogs and cats at 15 plus and each and everyone broke my heart. I still cry for my Emily, at 16, blind and incontinent, she somehow found her way to the street where she was killed. While we were on vacation. She knew it was time for her to go and she took matters into her own paws. THinking of Pip, liver took him at 4. My big beautiful panther as gentle as a breeze. My Mutley, who I miss desperately lately. Those big eyes, that silly expression on his face, the sheer amazing intelligence he possessed. My heart breaks each time I think of him.
ANd my Neba, the best cat in the world gone for more than a decade, nearly two and still the thought of him makes me smile.
You see, that's the miracle of fur babies. You love them furiously, you lose a piece of your heart when they die but their love for you is so miraculous, so incredible that despite your best efforts to fight against it, you seem to always end up yearning for another furry face to kiss, a furry body to cuddle and a furry soul to meld with yours and to make you one.
This is to all the furbabies who have gone on, to all the furbabies who will tonight and to the furbabies who are here now to make us whole. You are the definition of love and our pain at your going is nothing compared to the love you shared with us. A good journey to you and wait for us. We will be with you eventually.
posted by ---me--- at Tuesday, February 14, 2006
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