I received a little surprise from Stella. A card left on my pillow last night that contained a letter. A typed letter from my Spirit Animal. When I say from, well, I know it was typed by my husband. I noticed him sitting with her the other day and he told me they were having a little talk. But I had no idea she was dictating something to him. I must say this is by far the nicest thing my husband has ever done for me. I was laughing and crying simultaneously as I read it. Today is Thursday, and normally I host the #tellthetruththursday episode on my Snapchat. But it is all I can do to get dressed and make myself food today. I am shattered with grief and I know it is a lonely process. But coming to the blog and pouring out my heart helps. And today, I am clinging to this letter from Stella. So I will leave it here for you in case you want to get her perspective on things….
“Pick me! Pick me!” Those were her first words to me. Well she didn’t actually say those words but that is what she meant. Her body language confirmed that as she jumped in my lap and licked my face. I never liked doggie kisses before, but somehow I accepted hers. She was doing everything she could to make sure I did pick her. I remember that day, the day I picked her, like it was yesterday. Only the real yesterday, as in Tuesday March 13th, she said something else. She said, “Release me, release me”. And at 7:00pm as my husband and I held her tight, we released her soul and felt it scamper to the Rainbow Bridge. Continue reading