Brummet's Conscious Blog

Poetry Time Elephant Visit I woke to find a familiar weight on my chest It pressed and crushed the air from my lungs, Shredding and shattering something inside; I felt the crackle and the sharp stab in my heart. My chin drops, I glance down at my chest  To see the familiar grey, wrinkled foot The ivory toes spread across my chest. As my eyes travelled upwards, our eyes met Hers full of regret, remorse, sympathy, empathy... ...Sorrow. Mine full of the awestruck knowing, it has come. Yes Grief , the elephant, visited me again And I do not feel angry... this time. I saw Grief's compassion  Her eyes spoke to me " I am sorry, but you must go through this ." It made me think of the dentist, having recently been... Does she, hands loaded with syringe and tray full of tools, Does she say to herself:  " I am sorry, but you must go through this "  Just before entering the abyss? Yes Grief, the elephant, visited me again. Though her stay was quite brief The ache of my lung...

This week, we mourn the passing of our old grandma fur-baby, Duchess.  She came to us via a pet shelter where she was surrendered to, I believe, because she was not working out as a farm gate-protector... all chained up protecting the gate. She was not even 3 years old, and she met her older "sister" here, Skyla (who passed about a year ago), and Duchess stuck by my side ever since - helping with everything I did, protecting me from garden earth worms, and chasing flies, playing and rolling in the grass and showing that soft furry belly every chance she got.  She was never a very athletic dog, she just wanted to be near; she loved food and was often guilty of harvesting from the garden, however we didn't mind too much. 13 years old in one month... she didn't quite make her birthday.  Apparently the beach play was an exertion for her that her little heart said that was enough. I could tell yesterday morning that she was hurting and we needed to give her meds and call t...