not for the haiku but for that terrible grammatical error…. black humor
Shortly after posting that haiku I heard the ‘chirping’ of multiple puppies from the whelping box. It reminded me that there are little souls needing and deserving love and *full* attention. I am in dispair about Little Girl but I know that I need to put my heart and energy into the ridiculous and amazing puppies in front of me. I hope you forgive me for ‘breaking.’ I needed to let it all lll lll ll l llll l lll out. Perhaps I don’t have the steel that it takes to be a ‘breeder.’ So be it.
Since I’m ‘letting it all out…” I’ll never forget TinTin’s litter. After it was all done…. TinTin was exhausted and so was I. The puppies were nursing…all 7 of them… including Nickel. I sat next to the whelping box with a glass of wine. I listened to the incredible sound of puppies nursing. It was a sound of the eons. The sound of life. I thought of Phil, my husband who’d died (how could it be so long) 11 years earlier. For a split second, maybe less than that, I understood the connection of life and death. The full circle. I was a vibrating part of what life is all about. The connection of everything. I’ve never felt so at peace.
I hold on to that understanding as I say goodbye to Little Girl. There is a beauty in life and an integral link to that beauty in death.