Aw Honey, who do you think your kidding with the "having more time to
get attached to" stuff? :'( Losing the little innocent ones is so very
hard to bear! I woke up with tears in my eyes this morning over the
loss of such innocence.
Yesterday morning I was admiring a perfect little finch bathing on the
dew of a leafy shrub outside my window. The sight of this tiny little
creature and his flittering friends, so full of life, so close I could
have reached out and touched him, brought me such pleasure. When our
eyes met, his contagious delight in the coming of Spring welled up
inside me. In that moment, I shared with him the joy of being alive. I
thanked that little bird and the Universe for allowing me such a close
communal with a fellow creature and went on about my day.
The perfect little body, lying so still and warm in my hands, proudly
brought to me by Ursula later that day, could have been the same tiny
fellow...
I know all too well that in our moments of loss and pain it can feel
like a curse to love so much and so freely. As if our admiration for
life somehow has something to do with the inexplicable course that life
takes. But it's not a curse, and it's nobody's fault. It is our
calling and it is a gift. A gift to us and our gift to them. We may
never know why they aren't granted more time in our world. But I do
know, and of course you do to, that in connecting with them, be it
years, months or mere moments, does make a difference, to their lives
and to ours.
Bless you and all those that touch your life,
With love and sympathy,
Nina
Kelley Saveika wrote:
A little 2 week old orange tabby named Hobo. He didn't have anything
obviously wrong with him, he just died.:( I hope this is the only
kitten I will lose this year...but I know it is not.:( Paws crossed
for the older ones that I have had more time to get attached to.
