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2003ish-2012: RIP, Remus H.-S.
Nov. 27th, 2012 07:38 pm"Departed this vale of tears;" "Waiting at the Rainbow Bridge."
Easy things to say; sweet things to hope. I don't know-- can't know-- I can merely hope, and pray, and hope that my prayers reach Someone.
What I do know is this, which I learned after my brother committed suicide and again after Golden Boy, my first cat, died in my arms at the vet:
So long as you keep your heart open, the garden of your soul will never be choked off by memorials to those you lose. It can only grow with new love, old joy and old pain not forgotten, but a part of a greater whole. Memory and pain do not truly fade save as our bodies begin to fail; they merely become a part of a larger vessel. The only way to lose to pain is to stop loving, to stop growing.
He was a good dog. He had his issues, we all do, but at his heart, he was-- and wherever he is, is-- a sweetie. Scared of strangers, but he found it easy to love once he got to know you. He was a fighter towards the end, even when his muscles were atrophying, his spine sinking from the 20 odd pounds of fluid swelling in his torso. He had his good moments, but they grew less and less and his pain more and more, and like all good pet owners, we had to make the adult decision for him.
Good bye, but not forever, my Remus. You go to the rest of the Sparkman pack before you. You will meet my Golden Boy, and please, watch out for my brother. I don't know what he's been up to without me and his friends. I love you, puppydog. I'm going to be several decades here with my beloved if I am lucky, but I will love you no less when we meet again.
Easy things to say; sweet things to hope. I don't know-- can't know-- I can merely hope, and pray, and hope that my prayers reach Someone.
What I do know is this, which I learned after my brother committed suicide and again after Golden Boy, my first cat, died in my arms at the vet:
So long as you keep your heart open, the garden of your soul will never be choked off by memorials to those you lose. It can only grow with new love, old joy and old pain not forgotten, but a part of a greater whole. Memory and pain do not truly fade save as our bodies begin to fail; they merely become a part of a larger vessel. The only way to lose to pain is to stop loving, to stop growing.
He was a good dog. He had his issues, we all do, but at his heart, he was-- and wherever he is, is-- a sweetie. Scared of strangers, but he found it easy to love once he got to know you. He was a fighter towards the end, even when his muscles were atrophying, his spine sinking from the 20 odd pounds of fluid swelling in his torso. He had his good moments, but they grew less and less and his pain more and more, and like all good pet owners, we had to make the adult decision for him.
Good bye, but not forever, my Remus. You go to the rest of the Sparkman pack before you. You will meet my Golden Boy, and please, watch out for my brother. I don't know what he's been up to without me and his friends. I love you, puppydog. I'm going to be several decades here with my beloved if I am lucky, but I will love you no less when we meet again.
