(Published on July 13, 2011)
Today it’s been a year since we lost our beloved Bell. He has the sweetest spirit and most loving heart and was an angel even before he earned his wings (as my friends at Tripawds say). I’m writing this sitting on a bench between the forsythia he so loved (especially sneaking away to hide under its branches and taking in the sights, sounds, and scents of the garden) and his resting place. A slight breeze makes the surface of the pond shimmer and the forsythia leaves dance. I like to think Bell’s spirit is enjoying it – perhaps catching a whiff of some enticing scent and observing the birds and butterflies with keen interest – ears perked, eyes wide, and whiskers twitching back and forth.
Last year, when a dear friend learned of Bell’s passing, she sent a card that said “The loss is immeasurable…So is the love.” That beautiful sentiment summed up my feelings perfectly and penetrated through the pain of such a devastating loss to reach my heart.
Many dear family and friends wrapped me in their support, compassion, and empathy. I am deeply grateful to, and touched by each of them. One of the greatest gifts we can give someone who has suffered a loss is to simply be present with them in their grief. It’s a profound gift and often what is needed most. To the many of you who gave me exactly that, thank you.
I wanted to make this post all about the years sweet Bell was physically with us (he will always be with us in heart and spirit), sharing memories and the many ways he enriched our lives, but can’t really seem to do that today. So, instead, I’ll just share how fortunate I’ve been to have shared a life, home and heart with the gentlest of angels.
I love and miss you, my sweetest heart, and trust that my grandfather and other loved ones who have gone before you are taking good care of you on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
Bell's resting place, facing his forsythia bush and the pond.
(Published on July 13, 2011)
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