On Thursday, Scruffy's 2nd day of recovery, she got hungrier and even ate a couple pecans. I got very hopeful because of her appetite and elimination system was working well.
Then late last night, she became uncomfortable... moving around trying to feel better. I held her, tried to soothe her, but her internal injuries were having the upper hand.
I prayed for relief... and relief came.
This morning I woke up and went to the kitchen... I could swear I heard her rummaging around in her nest, nails scraping on the sides of the box. I got her breakfast ready and uncovered her box... and there she lay.... totally at peace.
|Relief had come. RIP little angel.|
It's funny how we hear what we want to hear and
see what we want to see. I 'saw' her getting well and
I 'heard' her this morning... funny how the mind works.
I hadn't known her for long and she was
gone! Her furry body was still warm
and her face so serene.
Of course there would be a lovely burial
with flowers and incense and a large pecan
for her journey...
I wrapped her gently in white tissues and placed
her in the earth. Then we sprinkled rose petals
on her, burned incense and sang Indian chants.
Then suddenly I couldn't sing anymore...
it was as if I was silenced and told to wait.
"Just be quiet and go inside" said my heart.
And then the message came:
"Rosie can now be fully released. Scruffy will be
her guardian angel, watching over her and
making sure she is safe during storms.
And Scruffy will warn her of any feral cats nearby!
And then I smiled... and I knew...
"Squirrelove" is unconditional.