Monday, 13 July 2009
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Angel.
As I sit in those moments of quiet, when sadness invades me, I know that yesterday, you were here. Now you are away from us, not knowing your future, or when you'll come home, but yesterday, you were here. It has now been a day, a day since you last were in the house, a day since we carried you away, to the place where we did not know your future, but just yesterday, you were here.
More days pass, one day ago you left us, your head cradled in our hands, your spirit gracefully moving upward, but for a few hours of that day, I can hug you with my love. Sadness invades again, as I know that once those hours pass, I can no longer look back, over the span of a familiar week's time, to find that comforting point when, you were here. More time will pass, sadness will not so much invade as menace, and I will mark the days, saying things like, "last year, last month, last week," you were here with me.
I dread that day, one year from now, that first marking of the time, that your body was no longer with us; though we will never forget you, your tangible memory fades, the feel of your fur, your head, your back, your weight against us, the smell and sounds of you when you were here. The emptiness is beginning to fade, to change into another reality, one with you still playing a part, but a role of ethereal presence rather than physical comfort we crave; your memory, your spirit, your essence and counsel, dwell with us, but this feeling is not the same as when I've you with me.
"Dear God, let me see him in heaven above!
But for now Lord, please hold him, watch over his rest.. If he wakes in Your arms tell him I love him best."
I love you, now and forever. My beloved creamy.
Last post, for you only.
Bye bye, creamy.
Bye bye, xanga.
♥
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