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PEARL
We knew you when you were
born. You were so little, you fit in the palm of my hand. We watched you
grow from this little ball of fur to about 50 lb.
We didn't call you Pearl then,
we called you Star because you had the cutest little white star on your
forehead that marked you apart from the rest of the litter. Unfortunately,
we lost a puppy named Pearl a couple of months before you were born, and
I couldn't get her name out of my head. You started to respond to Pearl
rather than Star, so I just gave in and renamed you. You seemed to prosper
with it.
We were bonded. You were my
favorite for the whole of your life. You used to sit curled up next to
me or on my lap, and would forcefully get in my lap if I was remiss in
paying attention to you, which I always thoughts was so cute, and the truth
be told, you helped to heal my wounded soul. Your boundless love for me
kept me from oblivion on more than one occasion. Never was there a need
for me to feel shame around you, only unconditional love that just radiated
off of you. The Goddess was strong in you.
Nobody else except your immediate
family saw your energy and protectiveness as an asset. They all were afraid
of you. I thanked the Goddess for it time and time again. You and Branagh
made sure nobody ever hurt me, and I always thought I would be able to
return the favor.
Being the instrument of the
crone is never easy, and it was especially difficult with you. I knew,
cherished, fed, watered, loved and played with you for a long time. Unfortunately,
your death was not easy nor painless. I wanted it so much to be. I didn't
want you to be afraid. I wanted you to sleep peacefully. Please believe
me that I tried to be there for you in heart, soul, mind as well as body
at the end. I know that Grandmother Crone watches over you, and is guiding
you like I could not. I thank her still.
Darling Pearl, you live in
my memory and in my heart. May your transition be gentle and peaceful and
may you find beauty all along your path.
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