Guru died yesterday, as quietly and unobtrusively as he lived. He passed away in Marina's lap, which was fitting since he spent most of his time there. I am thankful that he did not have to suffer a lot. I think the homeopathic remedies we used help to ease the discomfort of his condition immensely. He really only took a turn for the worse on his final day. Before that, he was eating and drinking, climbing onto the couch or Marina's bed, and even ran out the door once or twice after Dusty. The only thing was that he could not seem to poop, possibly because of a blockage, it is hard to say, since fluid in his abdomen obstructed the x-ray view. Also, his enlarged heart was not conducive to surgery even if we had found a blockage.
Lord, we bring you our grief in the loss of Guru and ask for courage to bear it. We bring you our thanks for Guru, who lived among us and gave us freely of his love. We commit our friend and companion into your loving hands. Give us eyes to see how your love embraces all creatures and every living thing speaks to us of your love. Amen.
Our pets have always brought us so much love. Whether they were with us briefly or for years, they each gave us something and we learned from them. I don't know why we keep revisiting pet death these past few years. I know that I do not regret adopting my cats and investing my love. I guess that's the thing with pet owners. We willingly put ourselves in our animals' service-- feeding them, cleaning up after them, grooming them--giving them our time, our energy. There is so much more I want to say but my brain feels all muddled and tired right now. I think I'll need to go back to the intimacy of my pen and paper and I'll write an entry on this once I get my thoughts in order. Thank you all for your comments and support.