My girl left me for heaven one year ago today.
She sent me a gift from heaven to mark the occasion.
If you peer through the window, you will see “LB”, or Little Birdie. It is a fledgling blue jay who somehow has ended up on our porch. He came into our lives Sunday and has been in various positions on the porch bench. The shot above is Kasia checking in with her baby brother…lol.
The mother and father, I assume, have their nest in the front of our house.They have been back on numerous occasions during the day to check on LB and I have seen the Mom feed LB a worm or two.
I know, eventually, as all “kids” do, LB will leave the nest. Until then, thanks, Zush, for sending a little heart saver to us.
It is one month and three days until Zushie’s first anniversary.
Oh how I miss my Bestie!
I miss walking the beach with her; she loved that & swimming.
Kasia can’t be bothered.She prefers to run into the water, chase seagulls and that’s it.
When we were in the city, all Zush and I would do is walk and hike and walk and hike and, well, you get the idea.Half the time I think Kasia went along with us in order to hang with her pack, and that was it.
Zosia was my comfort. We both prayed together, or should I say, she stayed near-by me when I prayed.I remember when Pope Francis was on television, she watched me and listened to the television too.I really believed that she felt what I was feeling.She was the most sympathetic and empathetic girl.
I am waiting patiently to go through life, and pray that I’ll be able to meet up with her at the Rainbow Bridge.
Well, I really didn’t want either of them to leave me, Mom and Zosia.
I was left behind.
Today my Mom would have been 95 years old.
I remember all the years I tried to get Mom the perfect birthday present. As she would joke that the both of us are each other’s present, there were many years we swapped Christmas pins that people would give each of us for our birthdays.
I think I won, this year, though.
Babci( Grandmother in Polish) and Zosia…
She has my Bestie up there with her in heaven for her polka party.
Party on, Girls!
It has been four months and five days since I last gazed lovingly at this gal’s face, before she closed her eyes forever.
This morning, upon opening the Philadelphia Inquirer, my floodgates reopened.
One of their columnists, Stu Bykowsky, wrote a touching article about a group that formed for bereavement for people who have their fur children in terminal illness or who have lost them to the Rainbow Bridge.People who say “it’s only a dog, or cat.”, well; this is something that they got tired of hearing and they are pleased with the results.
The Cat Vet office, in downtown Philadelphia, gives them a free room for meetings once a month.There is talk of expanding. I cried when I thought of Zush as I read the touching stories of those who have lost their fur children. The author, himself, lost four pups and a cat to the Rainbow bridge.
I pray that my Zush is enjoying her friends and my family, and they are keeping her busy and running free and playing.
I pray I’ll see her again some day.
Kasia and I are working through our Zush-less malaise.
It’s not easy, especially on a day like today.
Today was a dreary day and I rolled over and didn’t see my BFF Zush on her bed, as I used to. Kas and I got a start around 9:30 and started our day. We have managed to get some walks in. Funny thing, though, was we have been hanging together on the floor.
They say all relationships start from the ground up. Kas and I are getting our act together.
Penthouse is the limit!
Kasia and I were hanging out together today. We came across our neighbor,Dave, and his dog, Petra.
There, for a little while after Zush left us, Kasia didn’t know what to do with herself. After all. all she knew was life with Zush. For a little while, she would wag her tail and make nice to some of the neighbor dogs. Tonight, we saw Dave and Petra and the winds of change came through. Kasia sniffed at her and so did Petra, and then Kasia started growling at her.
So for those of you wondering when a second dog is coming our way, well, we can safely say that not just yet.
Took a break while my shoulder tries to heal. The area was in question is on the inside of my right shoulder blade, in an awkward spot where it just hurts, seemingly, all of the time. It has gotten to the point where I have to travel Tuesday up to my orthopedist to figure out what’s what.
It also is that time of year where I lay back a bit. My Zosia has finally met my Dad in heaven. Dad left me 19 years ago today, and I have managed to get a slight bit of comfort knowing they are watching out for each other.
I miss the two of you terribly, Daddy and Zush, but will love you both forever. Sleep tight!