In case you're wondering why it's been such a tough week for me, well, for one thing my Simba is leaving us. He's been in the process of shutting down all week but still is hanging on by a thread. He was diagnosed with Kidney disease about 1 1/2 years ago and has been fine mostly but now it's time. I sitting here with him as he fades in and out but always responds to the touch of my hand. I keep touching his face letting him know Mommy's right here, and sending him healing energy. (healing can come in the form of dying too) He had one day of being violently sick and I seriously gave thought to putting him to sleep; something I never ever wanted to have to do- but now I can see why one would do it. It was torture to watch him suffer. Luckily, the next day he stopped being sick and I'm just hoping that now he'll find his own way to cross over peacefully. He's always been very slow at making decisions and this seems to be no different for him. It's been days since I thought he'd go but he's still here. I keep looking at the little yellow fleece blanket on him to see if it's still rising and falling. I've gotten the message SEVERAL times this week from my angels/guides to 'be patient, everything comes in it's perfect timing' and that, this is HIS crossing, not mine so I need to stop wanting him to do it quickly for my own selfish reasons of ME not wanting to suffer this emotional heartache. Isn't death strange? On one hand, it's a beautiful crossing into another dimension, just a transformation of energy, like a caterpillar into a butterfly, but on the other hand, there can be such suffering, not only for the person/animal itself, but for those around them that love them. I keep trying to see the beauty in it, and not get lost in the emotional sorrow but it's been really tough. I know it won't be long now.
About an hour later......Simba just crossed over. He had his head in my hand and it was peaceful. In fact it couldn't have been any better a crossing. Thank you Simmy. About a minute before he died, I saw a vision of him floating over us, so I knew it was going to be soon. He looked happy, whole and content. It was his message to me that he's fine. I know he is. A sense of relief has come over me- like I know he is finally free. (of course, I'm bawling my eyes out as I write all this!)






















