tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post65861706114604572..comments2024-03-24T09:32:15.828-04:00Comments on Beyond the Fields We Know: Meadowhawkkerrdelunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09779897207670867347noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-63288207508443397502008-08-14T05:38:00.000-04:002008-08-14T05:38:00.000-04:00oh dearest, you are suffering so from your loss of...oh dearest, you are suffering so from your loss of dear Cassie..it is normal to avoid places that make us remember before we can do it....be easy with this, and trust your timing, your deep fountain of knowing what and who you are....listen only to that still voice within...and remember always, I know those dogs are chasing rabbits and having the best time on the other side! She looked just like most of them, same kind of rabbit-chaising dogs, they were!<BR/><BR/>xoxoxoxL'Adelaidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10725322054223364858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-56525858143382850532008-08-14T04:40:00.000-04:002008-08-14T04:40:00.000-04:00oh, cate, i remember waking each morning after my ...oh, cate, i remember waking each morning after my sheltie died to find i was not dreaming; it was real. the tears poured as soon as my eyes opened. i called my mother each morning for a couple of weeks so she could say the words i needed to hear to calm me, to remind me that life would go on, to comfort me so the weeping would stop for a while. i would begin my days in sorrow which for months never left my side for any long period of time. the pain began to shift slightly when i finally put my hands back into the earth and planted some lilies in her memory. every day after my interest in gardening was renewed my heartache was a little less intense, but no days were without an aching to be with, to see, to touch my <EM>autumn</EM> again. it is a long road to travel, this one...a journey i recall with the same pain i felt then. sending hugsssss to you and my wishes for the days to soon arrive when you notice your heart is not quite so heavy.Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02523247895437700129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-74908809271151749372008-08-13T15:54:00.000-04:002008-08-13T15:54:00.000-04:00Your words brought tears to me as well. Thank you...Your words brought tears to me as well. Thank you for sharing your grief. I've shared my life with three little cat spirits, one of whom is with me now. I still feel the presence of the others.<BR/><BR/>Cassie is such a beautiful spirit. Peace to you.<BR/><BR/>KateAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-47321402206154268442008-08-13T15:01:00.000-04:002008-08-13T15:01:00.000-04:00My first pet rabbit was named Clover and I had him...My first pet rabbit was named Clover and I had him for five and a half years. When he took sick I held him for three days before he died. I cried and cried and three years later I still feel a deep sense of sorrow and loss. Clover is now happy though and in a better place. I can see the meadow and the flowers and the clover that he is munching away on. I wanted to write this for yesterday's post but I could not. That is Clover that I am holding in my avatar.Forest Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05175384543178321684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-1119916267875853472008-08-13T14:04:00.000-04:002008-08-13T14:04:00.000-04:00I see my beloved Moe every day, in the dawn, in th...I see my beloved Moe every day, in the dawn, in the dragonflies he used to chase, all these wonderful memories. Only love lingers after the sorrow...Sorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03058557348955007784noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-23381537754010724012008-08-13T12:53:00.000-04:002008-08-13T12:53:00.000-04:00I agree with Joanna. I do not think it cowardly t...I agree with Joanna. I do not think it cowardly to change your route. One day you will most likely go back to that route and have a good cry and then notice all the wonderful loving and good memories you have with Cassie.<BR/><BR/>I cried myself to sleep for months after the loss of my Isis. Never have I had such a boon companion. It's been 8 years and just typing this brings gentle tears. But no longer the sobbing.<BR/><BR/>Brightest blessings to you as you find your new way through this...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-75519356309096407562008-08-13T09:42:00.000-04:002008-08-13T09:42:00.000-04:00That sorrow, dear Cate, is love in disguise. The ...That sorrow, dear Cate, is love in disguise. The love you have for Cassie and the love she had for you. It's not diminished by death; it's still there. Love remains, love remains.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com