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The Last

Sitting with my Bergie, grooming him, petting him, offering him any comfort I can in his last moments. How many, I don’t know, but I feel that it’s imminent.

I hope that I’ve done right by him. I pray his transition is peaceful. I thank Adonai for blessing our home with His creature.

I’m the type that needs ritual, needs to acknowledge my grief and the life it represents. I found some guidance and comfort here.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.” –

Anatole France

ETA: my sweet boy Bergie passed over the rainbow bridge about 20 mins after I posted this, about 11:45 pm.

Good night sweet boy.

Good Intentions

The road to hell is paved with good intentions… or so they say.

I’ve had them in the past, felt that I was trying to be “helpful” and voiced my opinion, when what I should have done was asked “how can I pray for you?” or “can I help you in any way”… Instead of offering my thoughts on what they should or shouldn’t do.

Ever happen to you?

Yeah, it’s happening to me.

I understand why, but it’s still hard to accept.

I guess that maybe my bereavement doula training has offered me even greater insight and wisdom in this regard. No matter how much information we think we may know about a situation, if you haven’t walked in the shoes of the person experiencing it, you cannot fully understand. You can try to, you can empathize, you can be supportive, or you can say hurtful things with your good intentions. The power of life and death is in the tongue, use it wisely.