"My Most Grateful Thanks To You, My Very Dearest Friends

“My Most Grateful Thanks To You, My Very Dearest Friends”

 

 

07/06/13

 

 

To my very, very dearest friends, and ever-loyal and kind readers,

 

 

I would be unpardonably remiss if I did not thank you for all of your wonderfully kind and thoughtful comments, ‘hugs’, ‘PMs’, and telephone calls to offer your condolences on Daisy’s passing.

 

I cannot tell you just how comforting your messages were (when I needed them most!), and how I have kept them near my heart, and how they still help quiet my sorrow, and sense of true loneliness, and for being there for me in my dark hours.

 

I thank you for your caring, your kind support and encouragement, your faith, your strength…and…your abundant love.

 

 

I can only hope that I may be able to return that sense of unity, that sense of purpose.  I can truly never thank you enough for the special persons you are: unique, and wonderful!

 

 

It has been a week--almost to the hour--that Daisy passed away; I try to take some comfort in that I kept her medicated for pain, and medications for her heart, her breathing, and to encourage a waning appetite. I am also comforted that she died so very quickly, but without pain.

Now...having said that, I must honestly confess to you that I am sad, very, very depressed, and feel empty, and lonely inside. The house now seems too large, and I still find myself looking for her in the house, or hearing her nails as they made little skittering noises as she walked over the wood laminate floor.

On more than one occasion, I find myself near her medications, and wanting to get the ready three times a day.

I also was apparently not aware of just how very much I talked to her during the day, and briefly found myself talking to myself, until I realized that it would just seem odd, were I to do that in public.

 

If I can, I want to try to donate what's left of Daisy's medications to the local S.P.C.A.; I have already given away what's left of a large bag of kibble to my cousin, and gave Daisy's special, 'pillow', to a neighbor who has a dog.

Even though money is always scarce, I paid a neighbor to super-clean the house, as there was still kibbles spilled on the floor, and Daisy's, 'pee pads', all over the living room.

I've kept Daisy's collar and tags, and will continue to keep them. At my profile here at MDJ, there are two photographs (about three years old) of Daisy when she was still in her prime.

 
But--as difficult as it has been to write—I wanted to thank everyone who left comments that soothed my heart.

Except for a couple, brief episodes, the tears have not come; I am as yet too weary, and in pain to do anything more that cry about my unutterable pain and despair; I fully imagine that tears for my dearest Daisy will come when they will.

I find some calming in the belief that Daisy is now in Heaven (with my first dog, "King" ), and that they have joined my dearest mother and father in that rarified state of unending bliss; it is a belief I hold most tightly to.

I most sincerely hope that you are feeling better, and are able to get much-needed rest. Please know that I am so very, very grateful for your abiding friendship.

 

In time, and—finances willing—I want to outline Daisy’s grave with garden fencing, and plant (what else!) but Gaillardia, a hardy, perennial daisy, so that—from my back sliders—I will be able to see a small bed of absolutely beautiful flowers, which I hope will stay in bloom most of the year.

 

Again—my dearest friends who have pets—I would most kindly ask you to consider just how marvelous and important they are to you; please do not spare the hugs, the, ‘ear scratches’, not of whispering in their ears just how very, very much you love them…even as they faultlessly love you.

 

Be ever kind to them, even as you would seek to be as kind to those in your lives who value you, and who love you.

 

I ever wish for you balmy, pleasant days, no sense of want or need, and a greater calmness and the joy of daily living.

 

I wish you respite from pain and all despairing.

 

And—as always—gladsome nights of blissful, and restorative rest.

 

Please, please know that I think of you often, and that…I love you dearly!

 

 

‘Zahc’/Charles