My loss

As some on here may know, I lost my dear wife Geri last week. She'd been very ill for a long time and she passed peacefuly in hospital. Salty has been especially upset with her absence now. Hopefuly I can make up for her presence with him. Oddly, she was never able to touch him much or ever do any training with him, but obviously he considers her a part of his flock. We are both coping as best we can.
My dear friend, your loss of your dear, loving, Geri, has our family heartbroken, as we know just what a huge part of your life she is! It is clearly one of my deepest fears, the loss of my wife, as these wonderful ladies have for so very long held us, supported us, being the foundations of our life, which allowed us to stand-up to the world. Your Geri will be missed. But her love for you will remain as she continues to love you. Huge Hugs, Dear Friend.

Clearly Salty lover her as deeply. A trusted member of the family, which cared for him when you where traveling. Her lose is difficult for us humans to understand, know that it is much the same for Salty. He will be looking for her long into the Summer. Your loving her, with him, will help both of you!

Reach-out, dear friend, as we are here for you!

A Pray for You Dear Friend:

You left this world so quickly. I can hardly comprehend your leaving. Yet there, in my arms, your still body rested — no longer your home. So much I have learned, so much you have taught, your purpose a full measure beyond your love of me. Comprehensions of your loss still a mist but yet, I know you are whole and happy - now beyond Rainbow Bridge. And so busy you must be upon your wings, guiding angles to those of us yet to cross. With in my ear, I still hear you, those special sweet words of comfort and contentment for me:

“Do not stand by my grave and weep my love.
I am not here. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the gentle summer rain.
When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry my friend.
I am not there. I did not die.”

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