It Seems To Me That I Want, My HEALTHY wolf back! Options

[ladywolf]

I'm just sitting here pondering the nature of the grieving process, and it has occurred to me that it seems to be true for a lot of us that what we are missing so much and longing for are our young, healthy, energetic, joyful pets--not our old, ailing, pain-ridden, somewhat miserable pets. Not that we don't love them right up until the last minute, and then beyond--but I know that I wouldn't particularly have wanted poor old Ladywolf, with her heavy tumors and diabetes, to have lived a whole lot longer. She couldn't walk very well, she was uncomfortable, she knew that she was compromised and couldn't do what she used to--she was happy to be in my presence, and I her's, but her quality of life had definitely deteriorated, and she was ready to go when she did.

So I, and perhaps a lot of us, are really longing for the "old" fur-kid--the one who didn't have pain and limitations. That's why it's SO painful when a life gets cut short suddenly--it's a major trauma that can cause Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Happy, bouncing, joyful animal here one minute and gone the next...

When I want Lady back, I want the Ladywolf who was somewhere between three (when I met her) and thirteen--the companion who could do anything that we wanted to do, and with enthusiasm and great energy. So I'm yearning for the impossible! THAT Lady left me about two years ago...

Just a observation--not all of you may agree, but it's something to think about...

Big Hugs to everyone--

Margi and Spiritwolf

[ladywolf]

Thank you so much, Moon Beam, for being so compassionate and empathetic. You are truly extraordinary--you always have such wisdom to impart and such a heart-felt way of expressing it. I feel a little bit like I don't belong here, because I am not grieving so deeply. But you make me feel included.

Our histories are somewhat the same, aren't they? Tragic loss of our mothers at an early age. We will never fully "recover" from those losses--we just have to keep on truckin', I guess.

I'm struggling right now to find peace amidst obnoxious neighbors. I'ts hard--I have a big front porch with a birdbath, fountain, etc. that I considered to be sacrosanct--and now I'm "invaded" all the time. I don't want to be mean and tell them to go away, so I just go indoors myself, at times when I don't want to. My life has been radically altered, and I don't know what to do. I can draw boundaries and keep them off my porch, but I can't keep them out of their own front yard, which is right in front of my front porch...What to do?

Hugs to all--

Margi and Spiritwolf