Our losses. Unborn crias. Bloodlines interrupted. Ended. The joy of a morning walk. Watching the evening sky with our best friends. The incomparable nuzzling. Conversations and shared secrets sealed. A very large presence, almost unbearable, of absence.
I cannot tell you why; I can only tell you I believe. If we want them to, I think those who pass stay with us, and return in unusual ways to remind us how much they loved us before they left. If we open our hearts, their love always returns to us. Remains with us.
Hope and prayers and white light, sent your way. We are with you.