The night passed painfully a mix of tears and laugher
Bright moments in remembering our dearest friends, were filled with laughter. Moments of grief that overwhelmed us brought tears and sorrow.
This morning, we were greeted by our one remaining cat, Tinkerbell known as Tinkie. She is just a kitten, without a magickal thought in her fluffy head. She meowed and a realization came to us, we would never her the Old Man's voice again, never hear him bitch at us.
And the tears came, and we held each other and we tried to recall we did this not for any rason for ourselves but for him.
Lyon and I, held a rite of passage for Dusty last night, and commended him to the spirits of the elements and asked them to guide his pathway towards Summerland and the bridge where we will cross and look for him. Here is we discovered just how much of a kitten Tinkie was, she thought the whole affair was a time to play, she was the embodiment of Mirth.
Not the quiet sure dignity of the Old Man an old hat at magick. He loved magick circles and rituals he would just sit and drink up the energy and glow after wards with a content of having been there.
I am broken hearted at the moment, but I know that I did it out of love of him, that he was not the Old Man he once was. But for all the knowing, the pain is so very deep I long to hold him in my arms.
I loved him and I know without a doubt he loved me.
Silence who is Wolf
This morning, we were greeted by our one remaining cat, Tinkerbell known as Tinkie. She is just a kitten, without a magickal thought in her fluffy head. She meowed and a realization came to us, we would never her the Old Man's voice again, never hear him bitch at us.
And the tears came, and we held each other and we tried to recall we did this not for any rason for ourselves but for him.
Lyon and I, held a rite of passage for Dusty last night, and commended him to the spirits of the elements and asked them to guide his pathway towards Summerland and the bridge where we will cross and look for him. Here is we discovered just how much of a kitten Tinkie was, she thought the whole affair was a time to play, she was the embodiment of Mirth.
Not the quiet sure dignity of the Old Man an old hat at magick. He loved magick circles and rituals he would just sit and drink up the energy and glow after wards with a content of having been there.
I am broken hearted at the moment, but I know that I did it out of love of him, that he was not the Old Man he once was. But for all the knowing, the pain is so very deep I long to hold him in my arms.
I loved him and I know without a doubt he loved me.
Silence who is Wolf