you howl and listen, listen and wait for the echo of angels who won't return - Ambar
you howl and listen, listen and wait for the echo of angels who won't return|
Thirty-six hours ago, I was playing fetch in my driveway with Sable, which is her favorite thing in all the world. Now she is dead. She bloated late Wednesday night, and by the time she went into surgery, the top of her stomach was necrotic. It was a choice, as my vet pointed out, between letting her go painlessly on the table, or putting her down when peritonitis set in 24 hours later. Not much of a choice, that.
First Rorschach, and now Sable. There are no four-footies inhabiting my bedroom any more. I don't know what the point is of my apparent transformation into an avatar of Kali, but I'm ready for it to stop now.
More than ready.
Current Mood: dire
Sometimes there is just nothing to say...
|Date:||November 15th, 2001 07:01 pm (UTC)|| |
Dear god, I'm so sorry to hear that, Ambar. :( My condolences!
Wish I could do more
Than just think good thoughts and light a candle.
Ambar, I'm so, so sorry to hear about Sable. She was a wonderful dog. :(
I'm so sorry to hear this; Sable was a wonderful creature. You have all my sympathy, and a million hugs.
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 05:45 am (UTC)|| |
I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry.
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 06:11 am (UTC)|| |
Oh, God, Starling, I'm so sorry. :(
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 07:29 am (UTC)|| |
Oh dear. I have no idea what to say, either. *hug* My condolences.
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 07:55 am (UTC)|| |
Oh no...oh god...I'm so sorry.
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 08:06 am (UTC)|| |
I'm so sorry.
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 08:27 am (UTC)|| |
hugs and tears
I'm sorry to hear about Sable's passing. It's hard. I'll remember all your stories of her, gladly, though.
A quote you once gave me when I needed it badly:
"We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle, easily and often breached. Unable to accept its awful gaps, we still would live no other way. We cherish memory as the only certain immortality, never fully understanding the necessary plan." -- Irving Townsend
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 11:02 am (UTC)|| |
Good God. I hadn't heard about Rorschach, either, but this is terrible. I'm so sorry, Ambar. :(
|Date:||November 16th, 2001 03:58 pm (UTC)|| |
This is one of those moments when you wish you could do something, anything for one you love who is hurting. When you told me yesterday on the phone, I strongly considered calling the airline, turning the cab around, and heading straight home to be there for you.
I have no magic words, just the knowledge that time will help and the trust you'll be met by another worthy companion. I'm grieving Sable too, in my own way; you're not alone.
*long hug & quiet tears*
- your elf