Heart warm from the weight of her soft sleeping body
Tired arms from cradling her there all night
The hours of half moon darkness drift by
In and out of sleeping we go together
Slowly she lets go of the fear of the unknown
Relaxing into this mysterious process of dying
Trusting her connection to me
More as each moment passes
And I, being cracked wide open
With equal parts love and grief,
Trusting the process of this deep connection, too.
Reaching across the Atlantic for her other people
They tell her how deeply they have loved her
They stroke her with their voices
Carrying so much love across such a distance
Saying goodbye through wet waves of tears
The grief washes over us all
As we feel the precious minutes tick by
Until her hour of release arrives.
Full of the love of her family circle – her people,
She seems prepared and ready somehow.
The time has arrived and
Her small voice signals us,
“Carry me to the threshold please,
For I can no longer walk on my own
I trust you to carry me gently and carefully
I trust you to be courageous enough to let me go
When my moment arrives.”
And we do, with tears streaming.
Her loud purr will be remembered for long time to come.
Her insistent call to the world to stop and sit down
So she could hop up to connect with you.
Her gentle companionship wherever we might rest down.
At bed time, awakening in the night, or early in the morning.
Her gently purring presence was there to say,
“Remember me – your companion, your warm, furry friend.”
Late afternoon naps on the couch will never be the same.
She would find a curve in your body somewhere and nestle in.
C.O.L. (cat on lap) was a valid excuse to not move
Honored by everyone in the house.
And her insistent cry to go “OOOUT” could not to be ignored.
Sweet sister cat furry love bundle purring machine
Your memory will live on in our family – your love and connection
Felt in our hearts for years to come.
Thank you, sweet Sarah.