A House In Mourning

People who believe animals do not have feelings, should be at my house during this time. There is no playing, running or barking… we are truly a house of mourning. Rufus, was the oldest of our furry babies and everyone loved this gentle giant, especially his brother Wally and sisters, Kitty and Daisy, and the newest member Poopsie seemed to love him too.

Today was especially quiet because  I couldn’t find them all and was worried about where they where. My search ending finding Wally and Kitty  surrounding the lift and Daisy and Poopsie  laying on the lift as if waiting for Rufus to magically appear.

Rufus was the only one who used the lift, so the significance of where they were spending their time was not lost on me. (My husband had built the lift for Rufus to bring him upstairs to the living quarters of our home.)

I went outside and sat on the ground beside them and they all moved to get closer to me, and there we sat, soaking up the sun as if to warm our hurting souls, our tears being dried by the winds and  our hearts seeking healing from the pain that now filled them.

Today I am grateful to have been blessed by these beautiful creatures that know no bounds of unconditional love.


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