Hearts Break
- By: rebekah
- On: 08/17/2009 05:38:58
- In: Rumor Has It ...
- Comments: 54
I greeted the movers at the front door on MOVING DAY with a twitch in my eye and my nose as red as Rudolph's. Typical reponses to stress for me.
I always think I'm not stressed out and that I'm doing fine. And then the twitch comes and zit joins the twitch and then I realize otherwise.
Oh well. That's the way it goes.
The news is that our stuff is moved, but we aren't.
There's a reason for that. A sad reason.
To the twitchy eye and red nose I've added swollen eyes and nausea.
Elvis, our cat, died unexpectedly around 2:30 a.m. on August 16th. Out of the blue. No warning whatsoever.
Elvis was with us for twelve years. He was a very special cat.

One of Elvis' favorite sleeping positions.
What this taught me is that there is something worse than my broken heart.
It is seeing your child's heart break.
That's much, much worse.
She is devastated.
She loved Elvis deeply and fully.
I wonder if she'll be afraid to love like that again. Will she start to do what we all do as we grow (up and old)...protect our hearts to avoid the pain?
Elvis and my daughter loved each other more than I had ever known a cat and a person love each other.
And believe me. I never thought anyone could love Elvis more than I did. And I never thought he'd love anyone more than me.
But, they were best buddies. Together all the time. He followed her wherever she went. He came whenever he heard her voice. When she looked at him, just looked, he started to purr. Those aren't things a cat does.
So we have decided to stay here, at our old house, for another week. It just feels like the right thing to do.
We've lost a member of our family. We need to be here.
We made pallets and are sleeping on the floor in my daughter's purple room...the room where Elvis spent most of his time, whether awake or asleep.
Gracie, his sister, is milling around the house mourning, meowing all the time.
We've spent a lot of time talking about the fun times with Elvis. We are celebrating his life. Our lives together.
Like when my daughter made Elvis a birthday cake for what was his last birthday.
She mixed it up herself.

Once she had it baking in the oven, she ran to find Elvis and let him lick the spoon.


And here's the birthday cake she made for Elvis.

And Elvis enjoyed it.
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And so did we.

She made Elvis this cat toy with the catnip we grew for him year before last.
He enjoyed asparagus like you wouldn't believe.
When I ask my daughter what veggie she wants with dinner, she always asks if we have asparagus.
Just so Elvis could have some.

And not only did he love to eat asparagus, but he also enjoyed napping in our Asparagus Fern.

I always envied the way he could R-E-L-A-X.

He really was a "cool cat."
Here's a story from last year.

And this drawing is from a couple of years ago...so sweet...
Until next time, Friends, savor the flavor of life!
Lots of love, The City Farmgirl, Rebekah
See ya back here next Tuesday.

Comments
It may not be a physical thing,but it is in the heart.
This is a personal thing also, but i believe that our pets are a gift from a Loving Father God..who is the source of all love and sharing..Love lasts forever.
Apologies if this may be personal.
I feel for you.
hugs,and Blessings to you all.
alice
When an an animal dies that has been especially close to
someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are
meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they
can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and confortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are
restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt and maimed are made whole and strong again,just as we remember
them in our dreamsof days and times gone by.
The amimals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they miss someone very special to them; who had
to be left behind. They all run and play together , but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the
distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body
quivers. Suddenly he breaks away from the group, flying
over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your
special friend meet, you cling together in joyous reunion,
never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your
face; yopur hands again caress the beloved head, and you
look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long
gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
You are at at the Rainbow Bridge!
Go to Rainbow Bridge.org gallery and post your pets picture
Your Daughter's Poem is one of the most profoundly moving writings I have EVER read, and I began crying while reading it and still have tears in my eyes.
I share her Love for a Cat ("Midnight"), and my Heart goes out to her in her time of Grief.
Rebekah, Y'all are exempleary as Mom and Dad, in halting the move and treating this the passing of Elvis with the reverence he deserves. We all find it difficult to see our Loved ones in Grief, however grief is a necessary healing process. The only "advise" I can offer is: Let her grieve and grieve deeply, and for as long as it takes for her Heart to heal, and then she will Love again one day.
God Bless Y'all.
Sincerely,
Gary
in Tampa
#1 Animals die
#2 Can't change rule #1.
I guess it would be called tough love.
Feel for her as no matter it is hard to lose a loved pet.
Ann
God bless, Amy
I have two aging dogs who are as precious to me as Elvis was to you and your daughter. I dread the day of their departure, but knowing that, makes each doggie day more precious. Time will heal you and the memories will make life richer. God bless you.
God Bless. Bonnie Ellis
I am so sorry to hear about your loss. I think it was very wise of you to stay at home an extra week and let your little girl be comforted by her familiar surroundings. Although it was 35 years ago, I remember what my Mom told me when my first dog died, like was yesterday. She held me and told me that God loved me so much for helping to give his little creature such a happy life. That people who opened their hearts to love animals were rare and special. I was part of a special club and she was proud of me.
She promised me that when it came time to adopt another puppy that it would love me with all its heart. She told that she believed that one day all people and animals that loved each other would be together again, but until then we needed to remember that my little dog and his friendship was a priceless gift.
Her words helped me tremendously and I have always remembered them and they have been a source of strength during the many losses I have experienced in life, whether human or animal.
Some people like to get a new pet right away thinking it will distract the childs grief, but for me personally it was a good thing to wait a little bit. While my Mom encouraged me to grieve and express myself, she tried to get me back into a normal routine of life as soon as possible, including my chores and other little responsibilities that I had. It made life feel more stable.
She would encourage me to go ride my bike or would take walks with me to get some light and exercise, which helped the physical symptoms of my saddness.
Eventually when it was time to get a new puppy I felt a little guilty as if I was being disloyal somehow to my other little dog. She was able to convince me somehow that my old dog would love the new puppy and would want me to take care of it and love it too. I loved my new puppy with all my heart and we had great adventures together.
I was a very sensitive child myself and this comforted me greatly. It was true that I never fully regained my original innocence, and I had to learn to work through my fears of losing the new puppy. But it was a life lesson and one we all must experience at some point in our lives.
This is a tragic and crushing experience but it can also teach a child many important things. One of the most important is having compassion for others when they are weak, sick or grieving. What a vital lesson and one that some people sadly never learn.
I hope this helps a little bit in someway. Please know that we send you and your littl girl our love and our prayers will be with you.
Dolly
I pray for sweet memories to comfort you all.
Susan
sds like you are doing the best things for helping your daughter and you, thru this.
On amazon.com, if you put in "cat grief" under books, there are many many books that come up.
I personally have and have given : "Angel Whiskers/reflections on loving and losing a feline companion" & "The tenth good thing about Barney/ about a boys cat that just died" . so many would be appropriate for your family, like, "I still miss you/letters of comfort for cat lovers", "In remembrance of a special cat/ a keepsake memorial", MANY of them.
maybe you've ord from Amazon, don't know. but don't be afraid of ord the used books. I have ord prob over 100, they are usually like new.
The main things are like you're doing, talking about Elvis, looking at the pictures (wonderful pictures, thanks for sharing them ), writing about the memories.
Unfortunately, it takes time. We never get over it, we just somehow learn to live with it. the ache is always there.
I have a pet cemetary, it is comforting to walk thru it and talk with my "children", to plant flowers there, put different little things. ie: on my Cocker spaniels grave, Buddy, I have a concrete Cocker, looks just like him. several things like this thru out.
It's helping us, your friends, to talk about our experiences here too. God bless and be with you all.
a decision about our 13 year old Australian Shepherd, needed to be made in June. I had tears as I thought of her yesterday. Yes,as you too she was mine until my now 10 year old daughter came along. You have done a great job with making sure
you have allowed your daughter the privelege of grieving her loss. Way too many people I know have stuffed their feelings about the deaths of even family members. The worst is when any one of us believe they have the right to tell the grieving person when it has been long enough snd they should be over it.
My daughter Addeline had a cat when she was 5 he was with her like you explained, he died at only 1 year old long story, anyway we didn't rum out to replace him, but last year, quite by coincidence (sure)she found one
she wanted and he even talks to her. He does not speak english, but we have fun traslating for him.
You are so appreciated, Loretta
Prayers from Indiana
LET YOUR DAUGHTER TALK ABOUT ELVIS. IT HELPS. REMIND HER THAT ELVIS IS STILL WITH HER IN HER MEMORY. AS LOMG AS HE IS THERE HE WILL NEVER BE FAR AWAY.
BEST OF WISHES TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY & CONDOLENCES ON YOUR LOSS
My heart truly reaches out to you, your family and your daughter. Our Pets do go to heaven and one day we will be with them again. In the meantime they live on in our hearts with a love that never falters, never fades. My dog Lord Michael died Christmas Day 2008 and I still grieve for him and miss him terribly. I’ve also just lost my cat Ruby much to soon in his young life, Aug.16 2009. Grieving has no time limit, neither is there a set level of intensity in our sorrow. Some days we think our hearts will break, the heartache is unbearable and other days we need to remember the good days. You are wise to let your daughter set her own pace and listen when she has the need to talk about the days she shared with E.B. In this time of grieving it soothes the heart to know they are now where there is no pain from old age or other reasons why they were taken from us. One day when it’s our time they will greet us with their shiny bright eyes, their panting of happiness glad to see us, the soft sound of purring and their fury arms around our neck in a loving embrace.
My deepest condolences for your loss and a loving hug to you all.
Trudi
From Quebec, Canada
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What a tough time for you and your family. Elvis is a beautiful cat. But more importantly, he was greatly loved. That's what matters. Love never dies. I still love every animal I have had the joy to live with in my life. I am thinking of you during this difficult time.
My cat died years ago and I still remember the pain as if it were yesterday. I didn't allow myself to grieve. Grieving now is an important step in healing. So many feel like they shouldn't grieve for a pet who has died. We should. It's part of the process. My cat was my furry child. That hurt and I'm sorrry I pretended like it didn't. I'm going to grieve with you. Prayers for your family and Elvis.
Thank you
is not hard to conjure up those thoughts and images. So, they never really leave us.
I grew up on a dairy farm and helped to operate one for many years before the days of "milk factory" farms. All of our cows had names and personalities, some were real characters, some not. I often wonder if when I get to that Rainbow Bridge there will be about 500 cows and other assorted farm animals waiting along with the cats and dogs.
I'm looking at Harley now, (female cat, aged 19) and Roadie same age, and Velcro, Harley's daughter age 17. By far, the hardest to lose will be Harley. She has dominated our household since she was a tiny kitten. People down the road came and begged me to come pick out a kitten. They had them in their horse's barn and all the sensible kittens were nestled in the spare stall with mama. Harley was tottering around under the horse's hooves, so of course I had to have her. There was a popular song on called 'They Named Him Harley', and it seemed to fit her. She has always been an independent cuss, but has started to mellow in her old age. When you take on the responsibility of elderly pets, you have to take on their foibles also, like not being able to keep down canned cat food unless it cost $1.50 per can. Asking to go out, then before you can sit down, asking to come in again. Missing the kitty litter box (intentionally).
We recently lost Sheba, a 15 yr old Asian Shepherd, and that was very hard. It was expected, so it made it somewhat easier. We've also had to put down a mare who had foundered several times. We thought we had pulled her thru with diet and constant vigilant hoof maintenance, but she just said, enough is enough and quit getting up. Horses leave a huge hole in your heart, but so do any pets that you've lived with for years. It never gets easier, but you know, I think that's what makes us human.
Just discovered your blog. This is the sweetest post I have ever read on any blog anywhere. I know how you feel. I am mourning now for my cat Dante.
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