Re: I lost my sweet Timmy to Cushing's 2/16/11
Like Marianne, I thank you for your kind words but most of all I thank you for trusting us during your time of need and with preserving Timmy's memory. Before I found my home here, it never occurred to me that the joys, the laughter, the stories of life shared with a furbaby could be kept where they wouldn't fade from memory nor that there were people who felt as deeply as I did when those babies were gone. Here, we are all safe - those precious memories and our bleeding souls are safe.
I think things happen for a reason. Timmy was supposed to be with you - that is why none of his other homes worked out; he was waiting for you. The Universe knew your two souls were meant to blend, meant to be bonded for all time. The Universe knew the day was coming when Timmy would need the love and TLC that only you could give him, that only you would grieve so when he left this old planet. You gave him the life he was meant to have and you were the only one who could.
I also happen to believe that Timmy is not really gone - only changed. His spirit remains close, watching over you with the same love and devotion you always showed him. He is in the Rainbow Fields, whole, strong, and young once again, running like mad with his many new friends. When the day comes that our jobs here are done and we cross The Bridge, our babies will there to greet us. You will hold your sweet Timmy once again, cover his face with kisses, and the two of you will never be parted.
As you feel up to it, we would love to share in your memories, the stories of yours and Timmy's journey together. Please know you now have a soft, safe place to fall when it seems the ground has been pulled out from under you, as I know full well it does. We understand, and our hearts and arms are always open.
Fly free, sweet Timmy, fly free!
Our deepest sympathies,
Leslie, Squirt, Trinket, Brick, and our Angels, Ruby and Crystal
"May you know that absence is full of tender presence and that nothing is ever lost or forgotten." John O'Donahue, "Eternal Echoes"
Death is not a changing of worlds as most imagine, as much as the walls of this world infinitely expanding.