The Bond Between An Animal And It's Owner

Thanks, i needed that.

 

Sorry for your loss- I still miss my kitty Alice, and it has been 5 years... but at least we got to enjoy all the time we did have.

Namaste

 

[SIZE=+1]Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

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Thanks for posting this Troi! My Sylvester died in my arms a week ago monday. He was very old, I had him for 16 years, but he was anywhere between 18 & 20. He was going down hill but not suffering for awhile now. Even that sunday he seemed ok, but when I went to feed him monday morning he was almost gone. It was as if he waited to say good bye. He really couldn't move but managed one last meow a few minutes before he died. As I think many of you here can understand, that old cat meant the world to me. He was my first and I wasn't much of a cat person before him. I found him abandoned right after an ice storm and just couldn't leave him. That was before my husband, my kid....hell, that cat outlasted my marraige. I will miss him so much. Thank you again Troi for reminding me that my Syl is young and free and just biding his time til I get there.

 

Oh, Tegan, I am so sorry to hear that.

 

Thank you Freda, I know you understand how I feel. I think the hardest part is breaking the routine I had every morning with him, that and the certain times of the day and night he would "sing". I swear, sometimes I'm expecting it so much that I hear it.

 

I know, habits are hard to break. When Bonnie died, for a week or two I would catch myself preparing two food bowls.

 

It's getting easier, now I'm faced with the periodic guilts that maybe there was something I should have done, which I know is not true but still.

 

To be honest it gets better sort of but there's always a little hole left that you can't fill...you've lost a family member

I can still be like that....I used to have a 1/2 siamese cat called Dax and she had a weird cry, only the other day I thought I'd heard it and turned around ( she was killed 5 years ago)...

I still talk about her and Geordi my other cat at the time( he died at the same time) and I take loads of comfort from all the good memories I have and the photos ....the kids actually know so much about these cats that they even tell their friends stories about them even tho they never met them.

Both of them were deliberately killed in a horrible way and it took me a long time to get over it...actually I went into shock and cried for 2 days

(((Tegan))) I know how you feel
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