I am doing a bit better today. I know that my old dog, Timmi, is in renal failure. Today, I think that I am prepared for what may happen on Monday. Yet, I know that this will be terribly sad and both of us will shed tears. My heart is so tender when it comes to the animals. Yet, they age so quickly and in an instant, the little puppy that I held is now at the end of his life.
I was thinking yesterday how great it would be to have a reunion with all the people that I have known in my youth. They would be as they had been when I first met them--but would catch me up on their lives. I would be able to share with them how much they meant to me and how I still remember them--the boy in first grade who was made to sit in the hall for having peed his pants; the kid who was teased for being fat and poor; the pretty girl in high school who tried to kill herself; old college room mates; and playmates from child hood. Where are they? What are they doing now? I would like to see them and thank them for being a part of the tapestry of my life.
And I would like to be able to pet and hug the animals that are no longer here, feel their fur and look into their bright eyes. I want them to know how their lives have enriched mine, how much their presence meant to me.
Maybe there will be a reunion of all of us at some point, when our collective energies mingle. I hope so.