In the ebb and flow of our lives here, change is part of the natural progression. We lose, we regain; we destroy, we build up; we pass, we are reborn. Spring reminds us of the circular nature of our existence. When something or someone crosses over, it's not an ending...it's a beginning...a newly open door.
With that in mind, it is with heavy heart that I posted the following to my Facebook on Monday--
Our beloved Mollie crossed over the Rainbow Bridge this morning. No longer is she battling or in pain due to the very assertive cancer that's been attacking her. She's now forever in her happy sunbeam beneath the roses...forever chasing her toads...forever in our hearts with those soulful eyes, those velvet ears, and that knowing look.
We love you...we miss you...but you are finally at peace.
That was Monday morning. I was devastated and still am to a degree, though I know she's not suffering any longer and that our other two fur-kids (one of whom is her littermate) are able to get rest and recharge after watching over her this past month.
Monday evening, I heard them...the "rusty gate" call from the Pond. Now, Mollie and I would go out every evening in Spring and Summer and "go toadin'" once we heard the first songs--finding our Toads and "herding" them to the Pond. I heard them that night for the first time this season. I heard them and the other two pups heard them...and I took the remaining two outside.
The Toads had returned to the Pond...about seven of them...and they were singing at the top of their lungs. They were singing our sweet Mollie home.
In the softness of the ever-increasing Moonlight...
