Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Sweet Ginger....





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.

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