She sits in her nest licking treats from my palm, quiet
tears are running down my face
as we wait for the
sedative to take effect.
I am mourning the loss of my beautiful,
vibrant girl.
Empathic.
Two beings inexplicably connected.
Her spirit was still radiant.
Yet the reality is her mind and body were shriveling.
Lost most days in senility.
The pain of my GG
passing seems almost unbearable tonight.
Yet, it will be borne.
Time will soften this
pain…
until then I will weep
and mourn with the understanding that we
were blessed by her…more
than words can express.
