Hamster is sick

As well as everything involving my son lately, I’ve realised my poor hamster Pumpkin is sick. I’m taking him to the vet later but I’m not sure they will be able to do anything for him.

I’m starting to think I won’t get anymore animals as the pain they cause when they die is too much for me to bear.

My dog is 12 and a half and I truly dread the day she goes.

I know it’s the cycle of life and it’s never ending but the attachment one forms to these little creatures is enough to break your heart when you can’t see or hold them anymore.

And it never gets easier. It hurts just as much with one creature as any.

I entrust my beautiful hamster’s spirit back into the comforting arms of God if it is his time. And I entrust my grief as the outpouring of love gifted by his presence.

The Search

I wrote this some time after I got my beautiful dog Zoey as it feels like she symbolises the unconditional love I have always been seeking within and without.

The Search

Branches silhouetted like witches fingers

puppeted by the roaring wind

Dead leaves quiver like spiders

shadowed by their search, nearing the end.

I gaze up into the velvet sky

where stars glitter like diamonds

matching the tears falling from my eyes;

cosmic energy, pulsating life.

I shut my eyes to find

beauty and blackness filling my soul

starlight radiating through my heart

reminding me I am home.

A fluffy ball of white

brushes past my leg

and barks her love

into the night.

Life in one name: Zoey.

The search is over.