Those who have passed on are not lost, but waiting for our arrival. In fact (or very real possibility), they may never have left us at all. Just a few days back, I dreamed of Hercules, my parent’s sprightly little chihuahua-poodle mix who passed on (perhaps) around seven years ago. His beige hair was shaggy…
Today my beloved cat son Charlie made his final physical transformation to the Other Side… Charlie Hall—-Born: Spring 2007,Mt. Vernon, New York Passed On: December 14, 2019, Boston, Massachusetts To get to know the always wondrous Charlie a bit, please check out: https://dontletmyparentsreadthiscom.wordpress.com/2019/12/19/charlie-forever/?preview=true
Dear Son–Charlie, We could not even see you at first. You were curled up in the back of the cage, behind the other really cute cat that everyone wanted. After he was pulled out, your first human Mom and I peered in, seeing you looking so helpless, eyesight obscured by redness. You looked so sick….
Have you ever longed for an old friend who died? Praying he or she would come back even for just one more hug. One final moment together. One of the best things ever happened during my run an hour ago… A ferocious looking farm dog named Kiara who is actually one of the nicest dogs…