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This is a picture of my great neices and the kittens I got for them The white one is Bella the Fella. We thought they were girls and Bella was the chosen name (they are both boys) it is now Bella the Fella. This is about Bella
Grief comes in many forms. We loose a loved one. One that's been sick way too long. One that is gone suddenly and way too quickly, too young or old.
We loose a beloved pet, a friend, a comforter.
I dug my first grave today. One of my kittens got hit by a car last night sometime and I found him this morning when I went out to feed him. I called and called but Bella the Fella didnt come running out of the woods as usual. His brother, Strypes, came but no Bella. My Sheltie, Jake, and I walked around the house and Jake ran out to the road and started pawing at something at the curb in front of the house and I stepped down and there was Bella, broken, battered and bruised. MY heart broke. Sweet Bella, poor Bella the Fella. He's cllimbing trees in Heaven now. chasing Angels around giving them heck. I can't seem to stop crying.
As I dug the grave I couldn't help but think, I imagine this may not be the last grave I have to dig. Morbid thought I know but something that is real. I just hope I only have to dig graves for pets not people.
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