LedaHartwood
Well-Known Member
Many of the wonderful members here gave me awesome advise on how to deal with me depression, concerning the mourning of three pets. I believe Flashy told me to write it out, and as I'm a titled storyteller, and short story author, in only makes since. so here is goes Flashy (thanks for the suggestion)
I was looking out the window a few moments ago. My backyard was engulfed in snow. The lone dog house with it's two water buckets were like a ruin. The ruin of an old empire, built on perfection and destiny, that came to an untimely end. I often fear that if Aiden could speak, he would ask about the abandoned structure. That he would gaze out the window in silence and without looking at me, he would ask. âMommy, what is that?â
My only response would be shock, and then a honest confession. âThatâs were your big sister used to live.â Of course the amazement and awe of having a big sister would be his reply, but then the silence would return before his query of âWhere is she now?â. Pushing back tears I could not begin to describe his lost sibling. That her name was Kiko Suki, meaning beloved, desired child of destiny. That she was the most beautiful creature, with the grace of perfection. That no greater joy has ever been in my life, and will never come again. That I loved her in the way a true mother loves her born daughter. The she died of brain swelling, only having been home for a short few months. That I held her as the death administered by my voice, and the veterinary's hand, moved through her precious veins. That her death weighs on my heart, and I feel the urge to cry âOut **** Spot!â when I am in solitude.
Aiden would shrink back in fear, and recoil to depths of the warm blanket that covered the master bed. He would cower in fear, that he would soon see his sister Kiko, in an untimely way.
I was looking out the window a few moments ago. My backyard was engulfed in snow. The lone dog house with it's two water buckets were like a ruin. The ruin of an old empire, built on perfection and destiny, that came to an untimely end. I often fear that if Aiden could speak, he would ask about the abandoned structure. That he would gaze out the window in silence and without looking at me, he would ask. âMommy, what is that?â
My only response would be shock, and then a honest confession. âThatâs were your big sister used to live.â Of course the amazement and awe of having a big sister would be his reply, but then the silence would return before his query of âWhere is she now?â. Pushing back tears I could not begin to describe his lost sibling. That her name was Kiko Suki, meaning beloved, desired child of destiny. That she was the most beautiful creature, with the grace of perfection. That no greater joy has ever been in my life, and will never come again. That I loved her in the way a true mother loves her born daughter. The she died of brain swelling, only having been home for a short few months. That I held her as the death administered by my voice, and the veterinary's hand, moved through her precious veins. That her death weighs on my heart, and I feel the urge to cry âOut **** Spot!â when I am in solitude.
Aiden would shrink back in fear, and recoil to depths of the warm blanket that covered the master bed. He would cower in fear, that he would soon see his sister Kiko, in an untimely way.
