It has been two years since my Figaro passed over. And that does not make it any better. My first-born grandchild, the first to go, spending just two and a half years with me; way too little. And yet in just so little time, this cat made its way into my heart. such a loving cat, one would have thought he had some canine blood in there. He shared my tears, and left me to shed much more.Each baby's life has a purpose and meaning and the love we share when they come into our hearts is sacred. A bond of love too strong to be ever broken even when the physical body is gone, the spirit remains.
Grief is not measured by time. It is when the heart dries of tears and the mind comes to acceptance that the healing starts. It is a life-long process and we, or I, allow myself to be fragile on days like this. I like to think that my Figaro has passed onto Rainbow Bridge before me. And there is some comfort in knowing that a loving God, creator of all live things, would never allow the innocence and unconditional love I shared with my Figaro to be taken cruelly away from me forever. Meanwhile I can only think of him fondly and hope that he thinks of me too. I don't care for people who will say, "but it's just a cat'. Yes just a cat, and my baby too.
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