Today marks the 6 month anniversary of my little Sabrina's passing. Still the memory of her last spluttering breath haunts me, and I hate that it is the last memory I have of her, but I refuse to let it shape my memories of her.
I have posted a few times about her. She was such a warm, beautiful character. Anyone who ever owned a staffie was well aware of their human-like facial expressions. I swear she smiled at me, and there were times when I could tell she was crying. This may be me humanising her, but I'll take it, crazy label and all.
I cannot believe it has been 6 months since she has been around. Her last days were certainly not active ones, yet her spirit filled the house. Her ashes lie in a small wooden box next to my bed. I have placed a very small brown buddha on it and a small golden luck cat next to that. My good energy knick-knacks to keep her safe. Both gifts as these items cannot be bought by you, but given to you. You cannot buy luck, karma etc, it must be transferred from one person to another. This is what I have taken from this idea.
Sabrina, my heart. I hope you are kicking ass in heaven, taking names, eating lots of biscuits, chasing lots of birds, gnawing on lots of ropes and comfortable in your doggie heaven bed.
I love and miss you.
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