September 11 is a date of tremendous significance for Americans. I’ll never forget where I was when I first heard the news. The events of that day changed our world forever.
As I pause to reflect and remember those whose lives were lost that fateful day 13 years ago, the date carries additional significance for me. My Lulu passed from this life and crossed the Rainbow Bridge on September 11, 2013. We had been struggling for months to control her COPD. It eventually caused her trachea to collapse. Treatment options for that condition are limited and ultimately proved unsuccessful. I knew it was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier when the day finally arrived.
Grief is real, whether for people or pets. My pain continues today, though perhaps not as acute. As a spiritual person, I know I’ll see her again, and I know they’re all still with me (Polly, Princess, Percy & others). What’s more, I have the smiling faces of Pearl & Truman to lift me when I’m blue.
The spirit of each of my dogs, past and present, shines as brightly on my heart as the search lights memorializing the Twin Towers. To me, they are love incarnate. They are windows through which we glimpse God’s pure love. When I think back on Lulu and all my dogs, I swell with happiness. I am profoundly thankful for the blessing of time that they shared with me.
In later posts, I will talk more about grieving the loss of a pet. But for today, let us all remember the brave souls who perished in our country’s greatest tragedy.
And I will pay tribute to my precious one in my own special way.
pugs & kisses,