When my 50kg beautiful Rotti boy was 12yo, I knew he was in his twilight years.
Just thinking of losing him would choke me up and many tears.
Then I handed it over to my Angel friends, asking them to take care of his passing when it was his time.
It was like a weight had been lifted and I gave it no more thought.
When he'd just reached 14yo, he wanted to be outside. I knew.
We were lying on the grass in the morning sun. I told him that I'd be okay, that we would reunite when it's my time, that I loved him always.
He gave my hand a lick. Put his head down and took his last breath.
It was so peaceful and I didn't shed a tear [though I'm all choked up just typing this]
My Angel friends were with me. 'All is well and as it should be'.
Rotti boy hung around me for a few months. A few visitors could see a big dark shadow laying alongside me.
Over the next fifteen years he visits me occasionally, in the astral as I sleep.
He'll be there to welcome me home.
Nearly every day since I think of him with a smile. Never sadness.
What an absolute privilege it was to have had such a special boy in my life.
It's not ever goodbye but rather, until we meet again. Love is the bond.
.gif)
