Dear Sneji,
I've been away for a bit and am so sad to return to this news about Milo. He was such a trooper and fought so hard. And his mom did all she could to make his every day wonderful. I know Milo understands that and loves you so much for always being on his side, fighting with and for him. He left this life on the wings of the love you two shared and he will carry that love with him until you meet again when your job here on Earth is done. On that day, Milo will fly across The Bridge into your arms to cover your face with kisses, never to be parted from you again. Til then, he will be watching over you just as you watched over him so lovingly.
Fly free, sweet Milo, fly free.
Gentle hugs, Mom.
In deepest sympathy,
Leslie
The Fourth Day
If you ever love an animal,
there are three days in your life you will always remember.
The first is a day, blessed with happiness,
when you bring home your young new friend.
You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed.
You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets,
or done long research in finding a breeder.
Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment,
you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter
simply because something in its eyes reached your heart.
But when you bring that chosen pet home,
and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room
and when you feel it brush against you for the first time
it instills a feeling of pure love
you will carry with you through the many years to come.
The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.
It will be a day like any other.
Routine and unexceptional.
But, for a surprising instant,
you will look at your longtime friend
and see age where you once saw youth.
You will see slow deliberate steps
where you once saw energy.
And you will see sleep where you once saw activity.
So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet
and you may add a pill or two to her food.
And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself,
which bodes of a coming emptiness.
And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off,
until the third day finally arrives.
And on this day if your friend and God have not decided for you,
then you will be faced with making a decision of your own
on behalf of your lifelong friend,
and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit.
But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you
you will feel as alone as a single star
in the dark night sky.
If you are wise, you will let the tears flow
as freely and as often as they must.
And if you are typical,
you will find that not many in your circle
of family or human friends
will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.
But if you are true to the love
of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years,
you may find that a soul a bit smaller in size than your own
seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.
And at moments when you least expect
anything out of the ordinary to happen,
you may feel something brush against your leg very, very lightly.
And looking down at the place
where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lie
you will remember those three significant days.
The memory will most likely be painful,
and leave an ache in your heart
As time passes the ache will come and go
as if it has a life of its own.
You will both reject it and embrace it,
and it may confuse you.
If you reject it, it will depress you.
If you embrace it, it will deepen you.
Either way, it will still be an ache.
But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when
along with the memory of your pet
and piercing through the heaviness in your heart
there will come a realization that belongs only to you.
It will be as unique and strong
as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost.
This realization takes the form of a Living Love
Like the heavenly scent of a rose
that remains after the petals have wilted,
this Love will remain and grow
and be there for us to remember.
It is a love we have earned.
It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go
And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live.
It is a Love which is ours alone
And until we ourselves leave,
perhaps to join our Beloved Pets
It is a Love that we will always possess.
© 2000 by Martin Scot Kosins
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