i have a confession to make. until today, i thought of animals as secondary to humans. i couldn't understand how some of my friends could love their pets more than they loved most humans.
but today, it struck me.
when you love "someone" (i shall use that term loosely here), it doesn't matter what species they are.
because everyone has a part to play in our lives. everyone teaches us something important, be a practical lesson in unconditional love and trust, the fragility of life, or in today's case, letting go of someone whose time has come.
when you put your life on hold to sit by the bedside of someone you hold dear, and feel their pain, cry for them and wish you could take some of it for yourself, just to make their last days easier, and when, finally, you realize there is no more pain, just a void... you learn something that will never leave you for the rest of your life. and if you loved enough, you will feel the same, whether it was your little child, or a dog.
and tiramisu, i never met you. but you have touched my life too.
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2 comments:
Your post reminded me of this excellent quote by Neil Gaiman -
"Have you even been in love Horrible, isn't it It makes you so vulnrable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
Brilliance.
Kris,
This post made me teary...
'everyone teaches us something important, be a practical lesson in unconditional love and trust, the fragility of life, or in today's case, letting go of someone whose time has come.'
I love these lines...
Thank you for this post.
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