Life on an 1857 Farm in Wisconsin.
I am so sorry Kari. Having great love for you animals would require no apology. Quite the contrary.
Thanks, Cheryl...I appreciate such kind words.As this blog has become a journal for me, wanted to make sure to log these words I sent in an email to Jani at 5 a.m. this morning:"Sunday morning we found Chippewa along the road - hit by a car. Buried him in the wild behind the barn. Ralphie stood at attention watching from the bridge - reminded me so of the bagpiper at my mom's burial -- such respect given such a little cat. Tears me up to not be able to protect my "littles" -- but I think that if I put them in a box with rules to abide by -- confined them to play here, eat this, don't go there --- it wouldn't be the life they were born into. Chippewa lived this wonderful 5 months -- almost every moment sweet beyond compare. So, when my mind said, bring them in, protect them....my heart looked at the sunrise and said -- they get to live this, breath this...not watch it from a window. Live, Die. Circles. Bitter & Sweet. My heart is broken & resurrected. Tears for a barn cat."Love to you all,Kari
The Gift:This past spring my son, Ian, lost one of his 7 roommates to a very untimely passing. The boys were all woken to the news when a detective pounded on their door....too much for an older mind to wrap around, way too much for a group of 22 year olds to bear.Time moves on -- only three roommates now living together on the Eau Claire campus - but still grappling with this loss.So, last night I met Ian for supper. I talked about Chippewa --and in the safe harbor of that story, Ian talked about Kyle. The gift, the why....the gift.A mom & a son together working it through.I arrived home to Hope with her first litter...a mom taking over.Kari
Your words pay such a beautiful tribute...
Kari, My version of heaven has a field of daisies with kittens chasing butterflies........Jani
My little guy is there - he's the one with the "c" on his little head. Kari
Kari - I should have said something yesterday when I stopped by here, but I couldn't find the words. My heart aches with yours. It matters not that he was a barn cat - love is love is love.xoxoDebi
words --- "love never ends"...written in hearts, in stone. there. three words. Thanks, Debi. Of course you understand.Kari
I definitely believe the death of animals has it's place to help in the loss of human life. I'm glad your little kitty had a purpose to also help your son grieve. I'm sorry for all the loss you are experiencing.A lighter note--I sure hope your barn sale goes well. The little peak was enticing! Unfortunately, I'm not close to come!
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