Fifteen Years Have Passed..., the memories still remain Options

[LS Support]

as of new years day 2011, it will have been 15 years since tribble's passing and the beginnings of development for lightning-strike.com and the USENET group alt.support.grief.pet-loss (which has been taking over by internet meanies).

many things have happened in my life since then, some good and some not so good, but i am happy to be alive. the original site, which was a total mess because i had to code everything by hand (unlike today with all the groovy HTML editors), is long gone but the memory of tribble is not forgotten.

tomorrow i will open up his can of cremains for a friendly hello and to refresh his food and catnip. being an old man again, right now he is probably as feisty as ever living in a warm house with a fireplace and loving every minute of it

to everyone who is here right now on the holidays, realize one thing: it does get better with time. the memories now sad and tear-filled warm to those of fondness and smiles. give yourselves one of the many gifts your furbabies have left behind...time.



What do you do when
a good friend dies?

What do you do when a good friend dies?
Do you lash out in anger and curse at the sky.
Or grasp hard denial, the means of the weak,
In an effort to kindle the comfort you seek.

What do you do when a good friend dies?
Once life's breath, so precious, gives the chest final rise.
In haste you take blame, no other at fault,
You kneel upturned earth and deem all happiness to halt.

What do you do when a good friend dies?
When with him the times, both good and bad, lie.
Do you cast aside the past,
for memories hurt much too much,
Or struggle and fight for that last lingering touch.

What do you do when a good friend dies?
When all of the tears have all but been cried.
No matter how much, no matter how hard you try.
The only thing to do is say farewell.
Goodbye.


© 1996 MD Cohn

[KayKay]

Thank you for this site and the support you offer to us just by being here. I found it by doing a simple search and would be lost without it. We have much to learn about death and mourning from each other, and this is a loving place to start over when we do lose a dearly loved baby.

I liked the poem and the pictures are gorgeous. You were both very lucky to have found each other.