Slippery Elm gruel was the ONLY thing that helped settle Buddy's stomach toward the end.
hugs,
Kathy
Slippery Elm gruel was the ONLY thing that helped settle Buddy's stomach toward the end.
hugs,
Kathy
Kathy and Angel Buddy. The mightiest of all lizard hunters!
Yesterday, I had the second round of blood work completed; Skippy's kidney values had nearly doubled yet again in only one week. There was no possibility that he could recover. Skippy ended his life journey this morning at Purdue where he spent so much of this past year. They will perform a necropsy and I will post when I am able to.
Carole
Skippy's Mom
Dear Carole,
I can barely see the keys thru the tears to type. Skippy's journey has been one so many of us have walked with you as best we could and my heart is broken with yours. I know, to great depth, what you are feeling now. So much has changed in the blink of an eye and the one you would reach out to for comfort is no longer there. The questions racing thru your mind too fast to capture or put in words. All those emotions so raw and cutting deeper than you ever dreamed possible. Take whatever time you need to gather your thoughts as well as you can...we will be here for you any time you are ready to talk. Please know we love Skippy and you dearly. You and he have taught us so much and given so many badly needed inspiration. Know in your heart you did all you possibly could to make each day a great one for your precious baby boy...and I know he is grateful for your love and TLC.
My deepest sympathies,
Leslie
My favorite poem and the one that brings me the most comfort...
Beannacht
by John O'Donohue
On the day when
The weight deadens
On your shoulders
And you stumble,
May the clay dance
To balance you.
And when your eyes
Freeze behind
The grey window
And the ghost of loss
Gets into you,
May a flock of colours,
Indigo, red, green
And azure blue,
Come to awaken in you
A meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays
In the currach of thought
And a stain of ocean
Blackens beneath you,
May there come across the waters
A path of yellow moonlight
To bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
May the clarity of light be yours,
May the fluency of the ocean be yours,
May the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow
Wind work these words
Of love around you,
An invisible cloak
To mind your life.
(From "To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings")
Last edited by Squirt's Mom; 12-02-2017 at 02:09 PM.
"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.
Oh Carole, I am so very sorry. You both fought a very long, tough battle. True warriors indeed.
Athough Skippy's pain and struggle are now over, yours is just beginning. Please return to chat with us whenever you feel up to it. Cry, scream, rant, whatever you need to do. There is strength in numbers. Many of us already have Cushings Angels at the rainbow fields, so we understand the depth of your pain.
Fly Free Sweet Boy, Fly free!!!
hugs,
Kathy
Kathy and Angel Buddy. The mightiest of all lizard hunters!
I ... I just don't know what to say that doesn't sound hollow. Much love across the miles.
Run free on the wings of love, Skippy!
Mama to Jackson and Kira, and my darling Cushing's angel, Visuddha
I will reply to your very kind and supportive comments as soon as I am able. Tried to think of something this afternoon to quiet the bizarre,confusing, disquieting and perhaps just plain crazy stuff that happened to Skippy in the past month. This afternoon I thought more about what he meant to me. This is goofy but my small first effort in a crazed mind.
A Decade -
You were my every day and all ways partnership
The walks, the talks, the barks, the farts
The growls, the howls, the baths and the laughs
The balls in streams and your wild dreams
You licked me, bit me, snuggled and kicked me
When you were hurt you would hide
I would coax you back by my side
When Cushing’s hit you with a jolt
It hit me like a lightning bolt
These past years
So often full of tears
You fought off the perils, brain tumor, radiation, and pancreatitis -
You said bring on your slings and arrows
Last month your kidneys failed
My heart was impaled
I cursed you and nursed you
I kissed you and hissed at you
I held you and huddled by you
I researched and read
Your diseases fill my head
I shopped and I cooked a potpourri of tasty treats
None of which you would eat
When they said you were dying
I said no, you are lying
I was wrong
You were strong
So I’ll follow your lead
My Skippy, Godspeed
Skippy's Mom
Dear Carole,
Your words are so moving and your journey alongside Skippy has been nothing short of amazing. Ever since reading about Skippy’s labs on Thursday, I’ve struggled to find words of my own to add here. I remain at a loss, but I just don’t want to wait any longer to at least tell you that even though I am deeply sorry about the story’s ending, I remain so grateful that you have shared Skippy with us. What an incredibly brave and resilient spirit has been housed in that tiny body, and now, to have been released. We will always honor him here, and we’ll always remain a suppprt alongside you.
Sending my warmest thoughts and biggest hugs flying along to you in the absence of your beloved little partner.
Marianne
Beautiful words from a loving mom describing her amazing boy. Thank you for sharing Skippy's journey with all of us. Several of my fur babies are off happily frolicking in the rainbow fields. Or, at least, I need to believe they are. Skippy wil never be alone.
Kathy
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Kathy and Angel Buddy. The mightiest of all lizard hunters!
Your poem is beautiful, Carole, and so heartfelt. I know Skippy hears your words and rejoices in the life and love he shared with you.
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))) )))))))))))))))
"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.
Dear Carole, I don't know what to say except how sorry I am that Skippy has passed. I have been following along and hoped I would not see this, even though I knew in my heart that it was coming. He put up a good fight, the darling boy. I am sure he did not want to leave you, a mom who would not give up on him.
Rest in peace, little boy. Take care of yourself, Carole...
Joan, mom to my Angel Lena, Angel Gable, Angel Phoenix, Angel Doree, Cooper, Sibble, and now Raina.