I feel like I have been teetering and wobbling back and forth between hope and heartbreak. The situation in Ukraine not only breaks my heart on a daily basis but actually often feels like my heart is being shattered. Watching a news clip of a little boy walking alone down a street in Ukraine, wailing, sobbing, I worry and wonder if his parents have been killed or if he is just a little boy who is tired and scared or lost? Who will be there for this little boy? Who will be there for all the traumatized children—and adults? How does one find hope amidst the bombing, the killings, the torture, the ugly evil that rears its head day after day. The Red Cross and other humanitarian aid struggle and sometimes cannot reach people who are starving, sick, in dire need…heartbreak.
Moving words and such a tender reminder about our pets. My great loss was our dear little dog, Poquito, who died 3 years after my husband passed away. I remember it was early in the morning and I knew that this would be his last day and called the vet to come and help ease his passing. She would not be abe to arrive until late afternoon. So Poquito and I did all his favorite things. He always loved to sit by the front door in the mornings with it opened and just look out, silently. I sat behind him and looked too. It lasted a couple hours. He kept turning his little head as if to make certain I was still there. We sat on the deck and watched the birds overhead. I carried him in my arms outside to look at the beautiful trees and flowers. The entire day we sat and gazed and marveled and looked and dozed. It was unforgettable as you might imagine. One of my most favorite memories.... Such memories help as I watch the horror happening on TV and weep for the Ukrainian people and the global upheaval. Thank you Jeanne for your blog. We are all connected and knowing this means everything.
Fine commentary on matters close to our core of what it means to be human. We know exactly how you feel with such a loss. It was literally a year and a half after the loss of our beloved Lab before either of us could even utter the phrase "maybe its time to adopt again," even though we missed having an animal companion every day. Surely they bring out the best in us. We owe them much.
This is so full of truth and I find I'm paying more attention to heart rather than head lately. Animals are just the ticket for developing compassion and going in the direction of your heart. Tula(means balance in Sanskrit) is the black cat I adopted at the beginning of Covid. She has been such a great source of balance and one cannot help but be drawn out of one's own sorrows by these loving, sentient creatures. Thanks Jeanne.
Thank you Jeanne for this today. I needed it. Not of course enough to actually get a pet but I did spend awhile thinking of all my pets over the years and what they meant to me. Peace.
Moving words and such a tender reminder about our pets. My great loss was our dear little dog, Poquito, who died 3 years after my husband passed away. I remember it was early in the morning and I knew that this would be his last day and called the vet to come and help ease his passing. She would not be abe to arrive until late afternoon. So Poquito and I did all his favorite things. He always loved to sit by the front door in the mornings with it opened and just look out, silently. I sat behind him and looked too. It lasted a couple hours. He kept turning his little head as if to make certain I was still there. We sat on the deck and watched the birds overhead. I carried him in my arms outside to look at the beautiful trees and flowers. The entire day we sat and gazed and marveled and looked and dozed. It was unforgettable as you might imagine. One of my most favorite memories.... Such memories help as I watch the horror happening on TV and weep for the Ukrainian people and the global upheaval. Thank you Jeanne for your blog. We are all connected and knowing this means everything.
Anna
Fine commentary on matters close to our core of what it means to be human. We know exactly how you feel with such a loss. It was literally a year and a half after the loss of our beloved Lab before either of us could even utter the phrase "maybe its time to adopt again," even though we missed having an animal companion every day. Surely they bring out the best in us. We owe them much.
This is so full of truth and I find I'm paying more attention to heart rather than head lately. Animals are just the ticket for developing compassion and going in the direction of your heart. Tula(means balance in Sanskrit) is the black cat I adopted at the beginning of Covid. She has been such a great source of balance and one cannot help but be drawn out of one's own sorrows by these loving, sentient creatures. Thanks Jeanne.
Beautiful words! Don’t forget Missy the dog!
Thank you Jeanne for this today. I needed it. Not of course enough to actually get a pet but I did spend awhile thinking of all my pets over the years and what they meant to me. Peace.
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