Life is the falling drops of the waterfall
Rosa, my beloved feline companion of 15 years, has passed on three days ago. She went peacefully by euthanization at the vet as I held her on my lap with Rob by our side. We are deeply grieving as our bonds with her were even deeper. Rosa is the last of my 3 cats to pass on, so there is an unfamiliar emptiness to our home, an emptiness which is amplified when I walk through the front door and am sorely reminded she is not here. I was hesitant to blog about such a highly emotional, personal event~ that it may somehow trivialize her passing, but I've come to realize that loss is something universal.
The Native American Indians have a saying, "Today is a good day to die". Crazy Horse famously said this to his troops; so it has been attributed to acts of bravery or honor during battle. It can also be interpreted as "live your life with no regrets", "be unafraid of the circle of life and death", for we are like the little separate drops of the waterfall that will rejoin the great river from which we came. For my dear Rosa, her day of parting was beautiful, warm and sunny. Yes, it was a good day, her favorite kind of day, as the winters were harsh on her diminutive 5 lb body. And it would seem the summer loved Rosa in return, for on that July afternoon, her spirit was absorbed into its eternal warmth.