tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055996469215313221.post4407303906994580772..comments2022-10-29T02:13:45.131-07:00Comments on c. creativity: life in macro: Moving Forwardc.creativityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12794975124922741090noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055996469215313221.post-16099528627728430722017-06-08T05:09:02.413-07:002017-06-08T05:09:02.413-07:00Beautiful , thank you.Beautiful , thank you.Gemma's personhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02740156670047388540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055996469215313221.post-57931805997719494802017-03-01T02:26:11.330-08:002017-03-01T02:26:11.330-08:00How beautifully written down.. Tears roll down whi...How beautifully written down.. Tears roll down while reading it. A closure but not the end of Abbey ànd a new beginning. I read the book of 'Watership Down', and it was the greatest book I ever read. In my life I always had rabbits, and it hurted to let them go. My last rabbit was the only one that was there after my mentally disabled brother died. Caring for my brother was very hard, because he couldn't speak, he didn't understand what going to the toilet was and was fysically disabled too. He had the average age of four years while he was an addult man. He first lived at an institution and when he became ill from cancer and got operated, he lived at my place. I have taken care for his needs for one year and everything I did by myself. The hardest part is guessing what he wanted..to fill in what I thought he needed.. It 's also with animals;'am I doing the good thing? Do I fulfill his needs?' We think we do out of love and responsibility..? But after one year of caring, he died. I just let him go.. And it's still feeling so selfish.., but I hàd to let him go..the cancer would have rotten his whole body and when he got a heartattaque (I think), I did nothing about it.., I knew..I had to let him go .. I just stopped writing because I cried out loud.. Yumi, my dog, just ran to me and jumped on my lap, and washed all my tears away.. After my brothers dead, the vultures came.. My other brothers and sisters came for his heritage but never were there for him. They accused me for buying him a bed and a good chair from his own money. So they had less money. It still hurts.. What was left was my rabbit Bugsy.. He had a long story with his teeth and he was operated and everything has been done to let him lead his life. He always sat on my brothers bed and Bugsy sat under his chin while my brother rubbing him with the chin. When my rabbit was euthenased, I felt really alone. I didn 't want a rabbit anymore..to much problems.. Should I take a cat? A dog? I realised they are going to die one time..allthough I always worked with dogs, dying from them, is another side of life. So I was looking to the breeds and one day I said to myself: 'go for it..you know the dog will die, but you will not feel alone anymore and the dog will have a great life and you both have something to give!'. So I went on my way. I couldn 't take her with me because I was dogsitting for a week in my home on my friends bull terriër and this is not an easy dog.. I couldn't wait to collect her. I had to accustome that dog from your own is something different because you have to educate<br />them.. After all, I couldn't wish for a better friend in life! She pulled me through everything that happened. You are writing with such a devotion about Abbey and what is bringing you to a new chapter in your life that my story seems to attach (allthough it 's a whole other story). It was a long time ago I read 'Watership down'.. By reading this passage of the book, it 's the same as I saw my brother Fred going to our mom and dad..I knew it was good, I knew he would be save and not have pain anymore. It 's beautiful how you point out this piece of a Hazel that 's going off to another world. I almost forgot how I felt the same revelation that Fred didn't need his body anymore tortured by pain, allthough he loved living. But it's only worth living when there is a soul that 's been supported by the body..<br />Mieke and Yumi<br /> <br /> Mickyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12226451298876545010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055996469215313221.post-70983068970743849882017-02-28T18:49:33.507-08:002017-02-28T18:49:33.507-08:00I usually have very little to say but I just need ...I usually have very little to say but I just need to tell you that I am in tears as I read this. Your mastery with words reaches out to our heart and I can only hope when the day comes I send my 13 year old pup on his journey I can do it with as much grace as you show through your written thoughts.Debsparkleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14247119873657726537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055996469215313221.post-61091273267503122272017-02-28T18:05:17.864-08:002017-02-28T18:05:17.864-08:00A beautiful tribute to Abbey. I always say that A...A beautiful tribute to Abbey. I always say that Alice opened the dog door to my heart - I'd never known that kind of mutual love/devotion before but soon wondered how I'd ever lived without it. I needed Alice and Walter needed me. Life is just one great adventure after another.VetVoyeurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08104637568459610116noreply@blogger.com