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Re: Baby Rock's Blue Ribbon days » katia

Posted by BarbaraCat on July 30, 2004, at 14:20:18

In reply to Baby Rock's Blue Ribbon days, posted by katia on July 29, 2004, at 14:00:40

Are those pictures of him? The Rock-ster? What a gorgeous, absolutely wondrous specimen of life! What a proud happy fella! What happened, Katia? If you don't want to talk about the event, that's understandable. But sometimes it helps to tell the story to somone who really cares and is truly interested in what happened to your little guy.

I found that the greatest gift anyone could give me when my Mom died was simply listening and being interested in her, letting me talk about her and her life. A way to keep her memory and my love for her alive. Yesterday at the clinic I go to (fibro treatments), the nurse just sat with me and we both cried in memory of our beloved animals who had passed. It was such a sweetness and gave me a feeling of connection to all things. Please know that I'll be here whenever you want to talk about your handsome pooch and what he meant to you.

As for us, nothing can be done about this grief except to acknowledge that it hurts. I've given up that I can ever understand any of it. There's a mystery going on and my mind is pretty limited in scope. But for you, so much more hurt and trauma because such violence accompanied the parting of the veils. This kind of thing rips you open and transforms you and you're never the same. Sounds like your Rock was a great teacher and went out the way he lived life - dynamically!

Although the setting was not clinical for Merlin, he was at home, it was not easy. Merlin fought to the very end. Even after the injection was given, his heart kept beating and he kept gasping for breath. He was writhing and clawing and dragging to get away, to keep alive, even in his worn out emaciated little body. He had been suffering so much and it amazed all of us that he still had his indominatable will to live very much intact even as he was dying. His body and organs were shutting down for weeks, except for his very strong and healthy heart. I had to tell him quite firmly but lovingly to fly to the Light, go, go, go. I promised I would be allright, he could go without concern. And I've decided that for Merlin's sake I am going to be allright, because I made that promise to him and I will keep it. I feel his presence helping me to learn about loving life again and finding joy in simple things.

Katia, this may sound premature, but I have to tell you. I was in Powell's Book Store yesterday hungrily searching for books on the afterlife, what's it all about, etc., and I suddenly got a very strong hit about you. I even saw you very clearly and the message I was told to tell you was "Healing and understanding animals. Tell her she has the gift". Maybe this was what Rock's gift to you was. To tear you apart so that you could be reassembled for your true purpose. I can speak from my own wrenching but transforming experience. Somehow these deaths of my Mom and Merlin (and so very many other close friends throughout the years) are helping me to finally uncover where my own path is leading. It sure as heck ain't back to High Tech Project Management! Much love and gentle cradling in the Mother's arms. - Barbara


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