Listen Closely

Thursday night past, I lost someone very dear to my heart.  My baby Aberdeen. I had to thank her for being my rock, tell her I love her forever, and let her go.

I hand raised her as a tiny little kitten that fit in the palm of my hand in 1998, for 11 years, and I have so many memories that I’ll keep alive. Pictures of her are everywhere around the house, her brush is still on the counter in the kitchen where it will stay, and I’ll keep looking for her in her favourite spots to sleep. At least now I know she’s not in pain anymore, and while it doesn’t make losing her easier, it soothes my heart only slightly.

Until my tears stop burning my cheeks, I have the Buddhist to run to.

Spread your wings, baby, and fly.

~ by bjevanael on October 12, 2009.