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Group: Pet Lovers Posts: 99 Joined: 24-July 06 Member No.: 1,879 ![]() |
The nights are are getting here earlier, it's only 7.30 p.m. & it's almost dark. As the seasons change I remember all the things that Furry used to do:- go out & sniff the air & if it was too cold, come straight back in again. Sleep on my tummy when the nights were cold. Sit in front of the woodburning stove & get too hot to touch!
I just hate to think of her under the ground, yet I didn't want her to be cremated either. I wish she would come to me in a dream, but it hasn't happened yet. What do you do if you don't really believe that there is a Rainbow Bridge, or any kind of heaven? I find myself longing for her so much, & thinking of all those wasted hours, when she was asleep somewhere upstairs & I wasn't with her. I wish I could remember if I was talking to her in her final moments but my mind is blank for that last half hour. Today the grief seems as raw as that first week. Judith
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