I’ve been writing this entry for some time now. We’re never sure how much time we have on earth and with our loved ones, and I wanted to be sure to get these thoughts written out.
I talked to mom about it and she agreed to post this for me, you see by the time you read this I will have crossed the Rainbow Bridge. Mom got a little upset while we were talking and I did my best to console her. She asked if she could add a post script to this final post and, of course, I said she could and that I would be honored if she would. It will be nice for you to hear from my mom at this time. If you have a little bit of time, I’m sure she’d appreciate a comment or two.
Well, here goes.
I loved my life and the ones who shared it with me. They were caring and fun to be with.
I went on a few adventures with mom and dad. I loved camping with them. We would sit outside the camper and enjoy the outdoors. Those were some of my favorite times. I wish I could have done more of that with them, but I am grateful for the memories we made.
I appreciated all the good food and the wonderful care I had over the years. It’s tough getting old and as we age we need more medical attention sometimes. My mom was always keen to my medical needs. She knew when I wasn’t feeling well or when something wasn’t just quite right. I had a wonderful Vet, Dr. Julia Lynn at Kachina Animal Hospital. She, and all those who worked there were fabulous.
I loved my dog brothers who went before me (Taz and Joey) as well as my cat brother (Dante) and cat sister (Maya) who I left behind to comfort mom and dad. I hope they are up to the task. Dante was sad when his dog brother, Taz, crossed the bridge. You see, Taz used to clean Dante’s ears all the time, but I think you may already know that. Anyway, after Taz passed, I took up that job. Dante seemed OK with it and we bonded over many an ear-cleaning session. Maya never liked her ears cleaned, but she would occasionally lie on the dog bed with me. She was nice.
I enjoyed playing in the snow, even though we didn’t have much in our area. When we did, mom would run around with me out front, throwing snow balls for me to either catch or find. You know, it’s tough to find a snowball after it falls in the snow.
Mom took lots and lots of photographs of me. Besides being a Personal Trainer she is somewhat of an amateur photographer. I didn’t really enjoy having my picture taken, but I tolerated it, for mom’s sake. One thing I want to pass on to you is to take lots of photographs, there are no cameras at the Rainbow Bridge.
Last but not least, my mom. What can I say about the human who loved me unconditionally and provided for my every need throughout my life with her. I wish we could have found each other sooner, so we would have had more time together, but the time we did share was absolutely wonderful. I love her with all my heart and I hope that someday I will find my way back to her, and she to me. If you recall in an earlier post I talked about us exchanging pieces of our hearts, so we are able to keep each other near, now and in the future. I just wanted to let you all know that I have a piece of mom’s heart with me, something I will cherish always. She has a piece of my heart as well. She said when our hearts beat together we are always together, regardless of time and distance. I like that.
I stroked his fur until it no longer felt familiar. I breathed in his scent until it no longer held his essence. I closed my eyes, let the tears fall, and said my last goodbye.
I knew this day was coming. I was not prepared.
Hi, Bear’s mom here. The journey with Bear has been difficult for me but he was strong throughout it, so I did my best to be strong for him as well. Thank you for your care, concern, comments, encouragement, and sharing of stories. I have read all of Bear’s posts and the responses by his many followers. I cannot begin to express my appreciation, and love, for all.
I believe Bear wrote about anthropomorphism in his first blog in January of 2017. He was correct when he told you about my academic writing and how I had to be extremely cautious to avoid anthropomorphizing things that were not human. I succeeded in my academic writings but not in my personal life, but that’s OK, and I would have it no other way.
We are all connected in this universe, at a molecular level. Everything in the universe has an essence, that’s what makes them what they are. Bear had that, which is why anthropomorphizing is not applicable to him. He was family and always will be. I have had a number of fur-babies pass through my life; they never stay long enough. And, although my heart is breaking and a piece has left with Bear, there will be another entering my life in the future. I am sure of it; and, this new family member will join a heart that is comprised of many, many pieces of those who have passed through on their journey. I don’t know who it will be, when or where, but it will be soon, of that I am sure.
Bear started something here that is important and I’m sure he would want that to continue. I don’t know who will pick it up, perhaps Dante or Maya will begin to express their thoughts, then perhaps another who has yet to join us will take over. Whoever it is, someone will step in. They will never take Bear’s place, but they will add to the essence that remains in our home, the essence of all who have passed through as well as those yet to come.
I will leave you with a few thoughts of others:
Search for and read Rudyard Kipling’s “The Power of the Dog” and you will find the following lines near the end of some stanzas, (https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/power_of_dog.html)
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. . . .
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear. . . .
So why in — Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear
I believe, giving our heart to a dog to tear makes us whole, makes us care for others, makes us genuinely compassionate. And while the pain is unbearable as our heart tears at their passing, we are stronger for it.
“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.” Pericles (495 BC – 425 BC)
With any luck, you have had, and will continue to have a fur-baby who has woven itself into your life.