Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Sacredness in tears

It was time to say goodbye, and end the suffering of our beloved puppy, 11-year-old Annabelle.  We miss her dearly. I really don't have words for my grief yet, so I'll let others poetry and words express it for me.


The dogs who have shared our lives
By Linda Barnes

The dogs who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survives.


Old habits still make us think
we hear a barking at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.


Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometime, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.


And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them... and always will.


Waiting for dinner in her crate.
If it should be 
by Anonymous

If it should be that I grow weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done,
For this last battle cannot be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Don't let your grief then stay your hand.
For this day, more than all the rest,
Your love for me must stand the test.

We've had so many happy years.
What is to come can hold no fears.
You'd not want me to suffer so;
The time has come -- please let me go.

Take me where my need they'll tend,
And please stay with me till the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me,
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know in time that you will see
The kindness that you did for me.
Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I've been saved.

Please do not grieve -- it must be you
Who had this painful thing to do.
We've been so close, we two, these years;
Don't let your heart hold back its tears.
 


Untitled by Washington Irving

There is a sacredness in tears.
They are not the mark of weakness,
but of power.
They speak more eloquently
than 10,000 tongues.
They are the messengers
of overwhelming grief,
of deep contrition,
and of unspeakable love.


I told my daughter to make drawings to help express her feelings.  This was one of them.

Meditations on pet loss 
By Allen and Linda Anderson

I know that grief will have its day. I give myself permission to heal the wounds with remembrance of you.

I was honored to be present as you left your physical body. It takes courage to remember what it was like to be with you in your final moments. These painful memories of your death may become my greatest healing agent.

I imagine that at your death, your spirit leaped out of your body. I see you now--released and living happily without pain or suffering.

I rejoice in and accept that whatever memories float to the surface are worthy of my attention, no matter how trivial they may seem to be. The daily routines and rituals we shared will be exactly what I need to recall for restoring myself.



Another drawing by my daughter.  She is walking -- or being pulled -- by Annabelle (hence the "AHHH!").

My dear departed companion, you have reminded me that we are all connected by a golden thread of love that weaves invisibly through life’s fabric.

I will now gently think about your purpose in my life.

I need family members and caring friends talking and listening to me about your love and devotion to me and to them. I will get their testimonials in writing and record them in my heart.


2 comments:

Kristal said...

I am so sorry for you loss... it is a hard thing to lose a pet.

Missus Wookie said...

Yes - there is a sacredness in tears and in learning that loving and grieving are entwined in our hearts. I'm so sorry for your family's loss.

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