No one truly knows how the spiritual world operates and the realms that it can take. When we found out a dear dog friend Tiko was very ill all we could do was pray.
That night I broke into gut wrenching sobs, thinking about Brut and how I thought the second year of him being gone is going to be harder than the first. I said so to my husband, Mark. So far I hadn't been wrong. For the last couple of weeks I'd been wrestling with my past and the loss of Brut was becoming more permanent as the days wore on.
The next morning I got up and tears spilling in abundance. I couldn't stop crying. My heart was breaking every which way. They were fresh tears, tears of a new sadness with a deep grieving in my heart. I felt Brut gripping onto my soul and I couldn't understand the intensity of this grave sorrow. Even though it had been coming to a crescendo , it felt like it was hitting all at once.
I felt Brut holding my heart with Tiko by his side. Tiko was finally at peace and that was worth all the tears that fell. Little did I know as I cried for Brut, I was also crying for Tiko. It was a beautiful touch for two kindred souls that I love and miss.
May they both rest in peace and forever in my heart. Amen.
Current blog look inspired by, dedicated to, and in memory of Brut. The studded star of the 24 Paws of Love.