I posted Magic’s passing on my social media and reading the comments from people around the world who had loved him too served as a salve on my broken heart.
As Jay and I are now moving through our own grief, I’m noticing the many
different stages of sorrow. When Magic first passed away, the grief was so
heavy in my body that it was hard to even stay standing.
I tried walking the dogs and bringing Lewis his morning bottle, and my usual
10-minute walk took me forever. I held on to the railing on the stairs that
led from the upper barnyard to the lower half of our property, afraid of
falling. After I gave Lewis his bottle, I was wondering how I would get back
up the hill to the house.
Suddenly, I felt Whisper on one side of me and Magic on the other, as if
they were holding me up. I felt an exhilarating rush of energy as they
ushered me along the perimeter of the property and up the steep slope all
the way back to my house. More proof that our beloveds are always with us!
That first night my close friends and family took care of me, serving me
dinner, cleaning up, and keeping me company. I kept feeling the urge to get
up and help, but the part of me that was in pain sat me back down each time.
It was uncomfortable to receive, and a great opportunity to practice.
The next day, I was going to take the day off, but instead ventured out to
my office where I could connect with staff and talk about Magic. Sharing
stories about him and shedding tears together really helped me.
I posted Magic’s passing on my social media and reading the comments from people around the world who had loved him too served as a salve on my broken heart.
Talking about him and hearing from so many who were grieving with me didn’t open the wound, it helped to scab it over.
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