Dear God…
“Dear God,
sorry to disturb you, but…
I feel that I should be heard
Loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears
And all the people that you made in your image,
see them fighting
In the street
’cause they can’t make opinions meet about God,
I can’t believe in you…”
Yesterday, my heart was wrapped in this song by Sarah McLachlan; it’s entitled Dear God. I could have filled a video with photos of my little Paketo, but as I started to work on it, another motivation came through me. It addressed an equal anger that’s inside me.
So for our animals still searching for their own homes, their place to fit in, this is for you from Paketo and me.
To everyone that sent me a special note: each one made me cry all over again. But not at my loss so much as at the warmth and the heartfelt love contained in each one. Many, many gracias to each of you. Your notes have been so wonderful and so appreciated. Your stories, so touching.
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I am so sorry to hear about your cat. I lost a cat also, very unexpectedly, also in a very quick and unnecessary way, and I truly know how you feel. It has been 3 years since Jack died, but I still miss him and think of him often. I think “if I had just done this” or “if I had just not done that” or “if I had only waited 10 seconds longer” and eventually, I came to realize that it was out of my hands. He was gone forever and nothing I did or thought or wished would change that.
I had rescued Jack, I had given him a wonderful and happy life, and I had done the very best for him during the time he lived with me. I decided that what Jack would most want would be to have me get on with my life and rescue another animal in need. So I did. I don’t miss Jack less, and I don’t love him less, but I love Forrest very much. He is a beautiful, spoiled boy. He is not Jack – he is his own little soul who deserves happiness, love, attention and life. I found that I still had room in my heart to love another animal, while still remembering Jack.