I Opened The Mail.... Options

[BastiansMomma]

Today I received a letter from my vet.
Inside was a piece of paper folded, on the front was Bastian's pawprints and the vet wrote Sweet Sebastian under them.
When I opened the paper there was some of her fur as a rememberance and a poem. I am sure you have heard this one before but I thought it appropriate to post:

Poem for Cats

And God asked the feline spirit
Are you ready to come home?
Oh, yes, quite so, relied the precious soul
And, as a cat, you know I am most able
To decide anything for myself.

Are you coming then? asked God.
Soon, replied the whiskered angel
But I must come slowly
For my human friends are troubled
For you see, they need me, quite certainly.

But don't they understand? asked God
That you'll never leave them?
That your souls are intertwined. For all eternity?
That nothing is created or destroyed?
It just is...forever and ever and ever.

Eventually they will understand,
replied the glorious cat
For I will whisper into their hearts
That I am always with them
I just am...forever and ever and ever

Author Unknown

I thought this was such a kind gesture on the Vet's part. Seeing my baby's fur, made me cry again, but it also felt like I had a part of her with me now. I dreamt about her and in it she was healthy and happy and let me know it. Maybe that's my sign from her. I have felt a bit more at peace after that, but I still ache with longing for her. My other kitty, Fred(bubby) knows things are just not right. They never got along, but he knew she ruled and they would chase each other around. (she was 6 pounds and a runt, he is like 25 and a moose) so that was a sight, but he knew her place was the bed, that she got to lay on Mommy's robe, and that she was the spoiled princess. He now jumps on the bed and looks around wondering when is Bastian going to jump up there and shoo him down. I talk to him and let him know she had to go play with the angels, that she was sick, but she is here with us still in spirit.

This site has really helped me to begin to heal. I don't feel so alone in this anymore. The first few days were the hardest. The what if's are still there and the I am going to miss.... but I am beginning to accept that her physical body is not here. She would want me to go on, love more, live more. When the time is right, I know we will get another furbaby and I think Bastian would like that, for her legacy to live on in the love I have for all the animals in this world.

Bastian was only a few weeks old when my roommate brought her to me. She was so small, you could fit her in the palm of your hand. A black ball of fluff. Some horrible person, had put her and her siblings in a bag in the middle of a busy intersection and she was the only survivor. The MINUTE I saw her she was mine. She never left my side, we became as one. She saw me through so much and helped me at my darkest points. I turned to her for solace and she was there. Comforting me as only my little one could do. She would give us headbutts all the time to our chins too. I miss that.

Love to all

Jen

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