Oh my. First quiet morning, and it is very hard for us all but I know a million times harder for you and Daniel.
Luna and I saw Molly's star, too. Couldn't miss it! So bright and beautiful, just like our girl.
Sending much love your way.
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Oh my. First quiet morning, and it is very hard for us all but I know a million times harder for you and Daniel.
Luna and I saw Molly's star, too. Couldn't miss it! So bright and beautiful, just like our girl.
Sending much love your way.
First mornings are just plain awful.
Thinking of you and will keep Molly's thread on top today, in honor of our special Diva
Dear Sharlene,
I know how shattered you are today, dear lady, and what the days ahead will bring. Just remember this was the best gift you ever gave our little diva - freedom from a failing body. One of our members a long time ago said we do this so we can take their pain, freeing them from it, making it our own. Today she is strong once again, her coat full and fluffy, her eyes bright and shining. She's not alone - she is surrounded by all who ever knew her and by new friends like Squirt and Lulu and Peg and so many others. And I know that one day, when your job here on Earth is done, Molly will be waiting, her tail wagging too fast to see and barking joyfully, to greet you as you walk across The Bridge.
For now, we will cry with you, hold your hand, offer words to sooth your Soul until you can breath a bit again. You are not alone either.
Our deepest sympathies to you and Daniel,
Leslie, Trinket, Sophie, Fox, and all our Angels
May you know that absence is full
Of tender presence and that
Nothing is ever lost or forgotten.
May the absences in your life be full of eternal echo.
May you sense around you the secret
Elsewhere which holds the presences
That have left your life.
May you be generous in your embrace of loss.
May the sore of your grief turn into a well
Of seamless presence.
May your compassion reach out to the ones
We never hear from and may you have
The courage to speak out for the excluded ones.
May you become the gracious
And passionate subject of your own life.
May you not disrespect your mystery
Through brittle words or false belonging.
May you be embraced by God in whom
Dawn and twilight are one and may
Your longing inhabit its deepest dreams
Within the shelter of the Great Belonging.
From John O’Donohue’s Eternal Echoes-Exploring our Hunger to Belong
Tons of comforting and loving hugs being sent to you and Daniel.
Dear Sharlene and Daniel , Mike and I are so very sorry for the loss of your precious Molly Muffin. You both are in are thoughts and prayers. Hugs & Hugs. Brianna & Mike
Thinking of you today, Sharlene...feeling your sorrow and pain.
You and Molly are foremost in my thoughts. As I went through my evening last night, and morning tasks today, I thought of you. How I wish we could take away your pain and make it ours. We can only offer to listen, to comfort, to sit with you as much as you need.
I was thinking this morning how people say, "I know how you feel" or something of the sort. Personally, I think it is more that "I remember how I felt in a similar circumstance". We know how we felt, and can only imagine your feelings now.
I know you know... we are here. We shall remain here for you, as long and as often as you need. And then maybe a little while longer...
Yesterday was horrible. Today is more so. The house is full of her presence and yet she is not here. The gardens ring with the sound of her nails scampering here, there and everywhere looking for the next good smell and yet she is not there. The street is filled with unread mail left on the trees she loved yet she is not there to read them and leave her reply. She is everywhere and yet nowhere.
It is only us humans still here. Seeing her in every place that we look and yet seeing nothing.
She left us and took our joy with her. The memories we share and should be laughing at hurt too much and bring only tears and gut wrenching sobs of sound to fill the silence left behind.
We cling to each other and soak the others shirt with our sorrow. Then walk away as it is too hard to see the pain we feel reflected back on the others face.
Exactly...it is so hard. Fall is right around the corner and Lena loved it...the fires in the fireplaces, the heater outside and all of us wrapped up in blankets sitting on the deck in the dark, the leaves to scuffle through.
The memories are all around us, but the silence creeps in. I want to hear her and see her in all her favorite spots...and I still cry when I try to talk about her. I can smile in my thoughts, but the words make it too real and I still can't do it.
The hardest part of loving them is when we have to let them go. My heart hurts for you and Daniel, Sharlene...
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