Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Teary Tuesday...Fly Free, Sweet Fin


We just learned that our Floofy friend, Fin, had to be helped to the Bridge today. Our hearts are heavy and we are sniffin and blinkin' a lot, all of us. But then we smile, when we remember the good times, which we wouldn't have missed for the world.

(this is the photo that was Fin's header when we first met her, and part of why we fell in love with her)

For all of you who were following us during Coco's Presidential reign, you might remember that Fin was the Secretary of the Interior! So instead of being sad, may this photograph make you smile...and remember the cat with Style and Verve and a zest for life...


Tis better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all...
and while this story will make us all blink a lot, 
it says what we who have loved have felt...

Living Love

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 long-time 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. 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 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 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.

~ Written by Martin Scot Kosins, Author of “Maya’s First Rose” ~

19 comments:

  1. Oh Teri that is a lovely post to my girl. Thank you.

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  2. I am sooo sorry... Hope that sweetie is at peace... such a gorgeous kitty.

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  3. We were very sorry to hear about Fin.

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  4. What a wonderful tribute! We is so sad.
    Kisses
    Nellie

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  5. This made our Mommy tear up a little, she recognizes those days and remembers. Fly free, sweet Fin.

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  6. What a darling photo and lovely tribute to Finny. We are still crying over here too.

    xoxo
    Ms. Stella's House

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  7. So sorry to hear about angel Fin - a true beauty and wonderful kitty! Take care
    x

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  8. Oh hell. We'll go over to say we're sorry. Sad, sad, news.

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  9. We are so sorry to hear about Fin. This is such a lovely tribute to our furriend, Fin.

    Truffle and Brulee

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  10. We are so sad about dear sweet Fin. Such a wonderful friend. We shall love her and remember her forever.

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  11. This text is simply wonderful. Thanks to share.

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  12. Lovely! We is shedding tears here. Our mommy is really a softie.

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  13. We sure are sad about losing our furiend, Fin. She was a special cat and we will miss her humor and wit. This is a beautiful tribute to her.

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  14. oh it breaks our heart to hear this news....

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  15. So sorry and sad. Fin was such a dear furriend. She will be missed.
    DMM

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  16. That makes us smile. I have such fond memories of the election and Fin being Secretary of the Interior. I was honored to serve with her as Secretary of Socks under the fine ruling paw of Purresident Coco.

    Purrs,

    Cory

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