My handsome boy, Winston, is close to going. I’ll miss him terribly, but I hope I see him again. I’d like to think our pets are waiting for us.
If our pets aren’t in Heaven, I’d just as soon not be there either
Elliott was my "handsome fella" and I always told him that I'm keeping him forever. It never dawned on me that one day we will have to part. The last time I brushed him, it was outdoors. I left his fur to be scattered by the wind. When he "graduated" I was devastated. How I survived that winter I don't know. I shut the world out. I took it really hard. In the summer I was cleaning the winter brush missing his company terribly. Then I saw something on the ground under the Arbovitae. I picked it up. It was a used tiny bird's nest made completely with his fur with only a blade or two of grass intertwined. that cheered me. Although he was no longer around, part of him still was on earth and was exposed just when it was most needed.
Yes, I do believe our pets wait for us AND watch over us. God promised to give us the desires of our hearts :)
Hugs to you and Winston. Tell, remind him of all the fun times and adventures you had together. he'll love hearing that.
I hope so. As a girl I had a beautiful part Persian cat who came to us, wandered and roamed our little woods and the road behind our house. I adored her, my mother tolerated her and my father ignore her. She climbed our grand Monterey oak and over our garage roof to my bedroom window to be let in every night. My Grandfather hated cats until she jumped up on the sofa one Christmas and cured up on his lap. My grandfather had a very startled expression and I think he really enjoyed her.