Kimberly, I'm sorry about what you are going through. I've been dwelling it all day and have sent many thoughts of love for you and Kiki, she is a beautiful girl. First I'll comment on the insanity of the paranoia. I'm convinced that it's of demonic origin and we are fully engaged in a spiritual battle. I'm glad that you didn't give in, even though you thought your tirade fell on deaf ears. Something truly evil is afoot. And there is something creepy about the name "Welcome Waggin" as in a reference to a van where a loved one is euthanized with such a total lack of humanity. It's an inversion. A true satanic inversion. Welcome, indeed. We bring these little beings into our lives and we know it will end in heartbreak but we sign a sort of contract with ourselves knowing this and we love them anyway. It's who we are. Can you imagine being any other way and living a life of material emptiness? One beautiful night I was sitting outside with our little wild child, Juju and it turned into this magickal feeling of spiraling through the universe together, two small insignificant beings cruising through the cosmos, sharing that moment in time. Two totally different beings bonded and sharing a quiet moment. And it made my heart feel huge. I've had to deal with this decision before, also. It has helped me to 'send ' them somewhere . In my mind. Somewhere beautiful, where they might be happy. Chester is biding his time with a little old lady in an English cottage. She loves him endlessly and when he is outside, he lays in the soft green grass and the butterflies tease him. After a similar struggle with a rescued feral that we brought into our home, I wrote this and will share it...
"Tuesday 5-17-16 I don't know why love has to come with such a price. For a little being that came into my life, just 2 Earthlings sharing the same spaces. When I rescued him I promised him that he'd never be cold & dirty & hungry again. We buried him last night in the back yard & it's been pouring ever since. It's been so long since I've had any kind of personal diary, I don't even know how to write anymore, don't know how to express myself over the loss of our little Devil. Our sweet little boy, sitting in the golden light at the foot of a Pharoah. Our funny guy, bringing smiles to the face of a king? I can only hope, because he deserves it. I would always play a little game with him when he laid on his carpet, I would say where I wanted him to take me tonight on his magic carpet. Yesterday I wished him to ancient Egypt & the power of my love made it so. "
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Date: 2021-07-15 01:37 am (UTC)I'm sorry about what you are going through. I've been dwelling it all day and have sent many thoughts of love for you and Kiki, she is a beautiful girl.
First I'll comment on the insanity of the paranoia. I'm convinced that it's of demonic origin and we are fully engaged in a spiritual battle. I'm glad that you didn't give in, even though you thought your tirade fell on deaf ears. Something truly evil is afoot. And there is something creepy about the name "Welcome Waggin" as in a reference to a van where a loved one is euthanized with such a total lack of humanity. It's an inversion. A true satanic inversion. Welcome, indeed.
We bring these little beings into our lives and we know it will end in heartbreak but we sign a sort of contract with ourselves knowing this and we love them anyway. It's who we are. Can you imagine being any other way and living a life of material emptiness?
One beautiful night I was sitting outside with our little wild child, Juju and it turned into this magickal feeling of spiraling through the universe together, two small insignificant beings cruising through the cosmos, sharing that moment in time. Two totally different beings bonded and sharing a quiet moment. And it made my heart feel huge.
I've had to deal with this decision before, also. It has helped me to 'send ' them somewhere . In my mind. Somewhere beautiful, where they might be happy.
Chester is biding his time with a little old lady in an English cottage. She loves him endlessly and when he is outside, he lays in the soft green grass and the butterflies tease him.
After a similar struggle with a rescued feral that we brought into our home, I wrote this and will share it...
"Tuesday 5-17-16
I don't know why love has to come with such a price. For a little being that came into my life, just 2 Earthlings sharing the same spaces. When I rescued him I promised him that he'd never be cold & dirty & hungry again. We buried him last night in the back yard & it's been pouring ever since.
It's been so long since I've had any kind of personal diary, I don't even know how to write anymore, don't know how to express myself over the loss of our little Devil.
Our sweet little boy, sitting in the golden light at the foot of a Pharoah. Our funny guy, bringing smiles to the face of a king?
I can only hope, because he deserves it.
I would always play a little game with him when he laid on his carpet, I would say where I wanted him to take me tonight on his magic carpet. Yesterday I wished him to ancient Egypt & the power of my love made it so. "
Colleen