So - the deed is done.
Our sweet Chloe girl has found eternal sleep.
A good innings, some would say.
I beg to differ;
I am greedy for time.
But the time had come.
Losing her sight years before losing her human, whom she lost last week,
with that loss came a loss of appetite
for food, for life,
a loss of lung capacity and cardiac function,
and all those things that people tell you life needs
to survive,
to throb,
a loss of her own purpose.
That's a lot of loss.
And a lot of grief.
The time had come.
My darling girl, I pledged a lifetime.
I sliced that pledge in two
like some knife open plump fruit bellies whose time has come.
I had no option.
I had no option.
I had no option.
Until I did.
And when I did, and called for you, you remained unready,
unbelievably, unerringly unready,
your bond with a new clan, your new normal, holding firm,
conflicting me,
dismantling me.
When do roots strike soil?
I wanted you still.
(I am greedy for time - remember!)
But you and sense prevailed, and there you remained.
No longer mine, yet never not mine.
My darling girl.
We knew her only
for the first two years
of her life
of grace and soulful eyes and getting away with rather a lot!
She crammed
into those two years
eternity.
She made us feel like we had more than we had
or knew we had
or needed.
A rare quality.
She made us feel.
Shiks' companion for life,
our always girl,
forever on a mission
unfathomable and obscure!
You became
an ache in hearts that thudded your name
as we missed you,
silently, defiantly, constantly, relentlessly
down the hammering years.
But
what we missed more
and miss still
is you saving us
from harm
and from ourselves.
No greater gift.