Then from out of the night a hero must rise
With courage that even a mask won’t disguise…
Last week my son and I were watching the Walking Dead together, there was a scene in which Daryl and his dog were trying to mislead the zombies and prevent them from walking towards the village.
Every time Daryl wanted to draw his dog’s attention, he shouted : “Dog, come here ! Dog ! Dog !”
“How weird mom !”, my son mentioned, “Daryl’s dog doesn’t even have a name !”
“Daryl is just trying to protect himself.”, I said. Keith gave me that interrogating look so I explained…
“Daryl is protecting himself from future hurt.” I said. “That’s why he doesn’t give his dog a name, he’s afraid he might attach to the animal and become too close with it.”
“Once you give an animal a name, it becomes part of your family, it becomes a friend. Once you give it a name, you are responsible for it, you choose to care for it and to love it for the rest of its life !”, I said.
Unfortunately we were all confronted with the meaning of my words two days later…
Keith found him at the first staircase and immediately alarmed me. “Mom, hurry, there’s something wrong with Zorro.” Our twelve year old companion, a Jack Russel mix, must have had a seizure or stroke when he wanted to go upstairs to go to sleep in our bedroom.
We saw that his condition was serious ! He was heavily breathing. My friend picked him up and laid him on the couch where we immediately started CPR, in meantime blowing extra oxigen through his mouth ! I thought he was going to make it ! After 5 minutes he completely stretched out, from head to toes, followed by a sigh !
The final sigh…I quickly realized he had breathed out his last breath and that we all had been witness of his passing. He must have wanted it this way, surrounded by his family…but I was completely in shock ! My cries must have alerted the whole neighbourhood !
What followed was a sleepless night filled with tears and incredible heartache. Why ? Why this sudden loss ? One day after celebrating my birthday…The pains I had to endure in the past crossed my mind, including all the fears dragging behind them. Fear of abandonment, fear of losing the people I love…
I tried to remind myself of my personal mantra, Release, relax and recreate !, the one I use to deal with the incoming energies and to transmute whatever comes up to the surface personally and collectively.
“These are only remnants of the old, don’t let them occupy any space in your consciousness !”, I told myself. If I were to leave 3D behind I had to transcend these feelings of loss aswell as all the fears attaching to them.
I had to let go of all illusions overshadowing death. I needed to let go of my pain, not inflicting it on Zorro…
I needed to let go any feeling of wanting to control the situation and leave my furry friend the freedom to enjoy his new life in whatever way he wishes to experience it.
I needed to remind myself that this is just a new transition, that I was allowed to smile and to be happy for him and wish our loved one, family member, friend, companion and hero, whose name is Zorro, a magnificent new journey…
Phuro! Be inspired!
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Lovely post. I’m sorry for your loss. Even though we know these spiritual things we still grieve for the loss of that physical being that shared our life. Sending on blessings!
Thank you dear for your blessings <3<3<3