I Lost My Precious Girl Last Week Options

[j3nny]

My precious girl of 15, Kitty, left me last Wednesday. I never in my life would have beieved it would hurt so much. I feel a physical hole left in my chest and in my heart. I am greatful that in the end it was swift decline. She did not linger for weeks or months. What ever it was that was ailing her never effected her as she she was always cheerful and playful, so I knew that what ever was going on inside her poor tummy causing years of declining weightloss, it was never a quality of life issue. I never determined if it was indeed cancer beacuse we were always able to treat the symptoms till the very end, so I let her go. She wanted to go.

I believe she is with me, I know she is with me and will never leave my side. I have felt her on my lap several times, a warm tingly energy. That comforts me, but I wish I could see something more tangable, like a figure or hear a meow in the middle of the night. Has anyone else expereinced this???

My girlfriend is a reiki master and ran energy on her in her last hour of life. Kitty gave her energy back (I am thinking to imprint on her), this I truly believe. THe next day she felt Kitty's same energy and begain to chanel her and Kitty had many things to tell me. One that I did the right thing, she was ready to leave this earth. She will always be with me and that she loves me very very much. That is why I believe I feel her sitting on my lap at times. I truely know that she is with me. I just wish I could see or hear her.

I miss her so much.

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[Gretta's Mom]

Hello friends

Although my love is of a different species - dog - I, too have just been separated from him. Today is the third day. He had to pass over when I was 1800 miles away attending a critically ill sister. My big black lab/newfoundland was with the woman who had fostered him just after he was rescued. Rufus was never sick a day in his life - we thought. Thursday she called me to say that he'd thrown up the night before and wouldn't eat that morning. After trips to three vets, including my wonder-vet - the best vet on earth, I'm convincedd - and the University of Minnesota small animal clinic, it was determined that he had a spleen tumor which had spread to his heart - both made up of thousands of timy newly formed blood vessels. Lost more ugly findings but being periphrally associated with medicine, I knew it was the end. I gave consent to the "pink shot". I stiill feel SO bad that he died among strangers. No one to hold his giant head. No one to stroke his velvet ears, no one totell him what a good dog he is, no one to tell him how much he is loved. At the moment when his spirit was passing over, he sent a puff of warm breath that I felt on my right elbow.

I'm still in the stage of shock and awe. My dad left here for his home town in Minnesota - directly into a quasi-nursing home following a stroke (his third) that he had here. My sister is still critical. My ankle is still smashed, my eyes are still leaking and my heart is still breaking.

Sorry this is all about me, me, me. Every loved animal is a soul mate. We carry a part of their souls and they carry a part of ours - forever - in both directions. These amazing animals seek the whole universe to find exactly THE one - out of how many billions - who has the part of their soul, go through all kinds of means to put themselves in our paths, and when we neet, the rush of instant love tells both of us that "this is the one." Then we have a life of joy and love - for a while. Whoever made the univers dicided to make one half of the pair have a life span much shorter than the other. I jusut thought of this now: I've always thought the half left behind in the physical world had the most grief, but who knows what these precious loves go through while deciding when to go home?

As we walk this lonesome journey, let's try to keep gentle but strong. And give thanks for having been chosen by wonderful beings as their one and onlies.

Gretta and Rufus's mom