Tribute to a Granddaughter’s Grief
by Emily Tarantino
Sunday, September 23, 2007
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This was written in tribute to me and my cat, Dusty (who just recently died). My Grandfather was thinking of us and wrote it. He captured it absolutely perfectly.
You greeted me each morning with the touch of your warm fur, and the feel of your face rubbing against my legs. The sound of your sonorous purring told me you felt warm and loved, safe and secure with me. You slept contentedly on my lap. Sometimes you bothered me with your incessant pacing on and around my body. I pushed you away, but you took my abrupt dismissals in good grace, only to return at my beck and call to tell me I was forgiven. When I returned from my travels you were there, not jumping and barking, but pacing back and forth, tail swaying with the anticipation of my touch. I grew up with you. Your playful antics abounded and always made me laugh. I even miss the occasional grumpiness that came with your old age. You grew to be an adult before me, but then passed me and grew old while I was still young. Somehow that is not fair, nor was watching the light in your eyes fade as I held you and petted you in a vet’s office. I wrapped you in a towel, and as I took you home, I sang my heart’s grief to you. Your face and your ways will swirl in my mind for as long as I live. I turn over in my sleep, and for the briefest of moments I think I see you curled up in one of your favorite spots. My God, even now I sometimes think I feel your you jump up on the bed, and in the middle of the night feel your body pressing against me. That is not my imagination, Dusty, it is you comforting me, to say your long and lingering farewell. Do not be afraid, beloved pet, I will not push you away.
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|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Dear, it happened to Shannon my granddaughter too. She wants to be a vet, is now in college, but lost her 13 year old cat Beautiful 2 years ago. Brought her home in a blanket too and her dad buried her near their back yard garage. I felt so bad for Shannon that Sunday she lost her favorite pet, never has been replaced yet. Her dad says no more cats.|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|A moving tribute to your cat friend, Emily. Thank you for sharing it. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by Hanley Harding
|Very nice! My cat, Princess Nefertiti, has helped me get though some tough times of being sick. She sleeps on my bed, at my feet, at night (she loves to play with my big "paws"). Doc
|Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G
|WOW! I'm impressed,your heart poured out in every line Emily~!
I'm Sheila, nice to meet you!
May your heart feel Dusty's love daily with every constant reminder, he will share.
There will be a time - You will have him in your arms - again!
Glad you opened your heart and wrote it out!
Much love and Warmer hugs, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox
STay Positive! Happy and STrong!
I started Tracking you 2night, I find your heart filled with refreshing delight! Write On!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Touching write to Dusty; he lives on in your words! Keep writing, and keep healing; it is good to write out your feelings during times of grief. God continue to be with you!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|this is so tender, a lovely tribute to a dear pet-love the name Dusty|
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Emily this is so touching for your grandfather to show this love and compassion not just for you but for Dusty as well. You are a lucky gal to have such a caring person in your life. Hope you are feeling better dear.
Thank you for sharing.
Newfie Hugs, Rose