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My Daughter’s Way Of Healing

We all have our own way that we deal with the death of a family member or friend.  I have researched the internet trying to figure out if what I am feeling is right or is there a better way to get through it.  There is no “right” way to grieve, we all go through the steps of the process. Lord, it is hard!

Today is the 3rd day since my Angel Girl passed away from old age. I woke up this morning and I didn’t cry like I did the past couple of days.  I got up and looked down at the foot of my bed, like I always did before, expecting to see her sleeping there or snoring but once again, the daily realization of her really being gone set in. As I made the walk to the kitchen, no footsteps followed me.  It was a lonely walk to the coffee pot.  As I made my way to the pantry to get the coffee grinds, she wasn’t there to receive her two bone treats I always gave. We had a system, a morning routine.  I enjoyed my friend, my other “child”.  Mornings are my time alone.  I always get up early and enjoy the quietness.  She would always enjoy it with me.  Now I am alone.  I guess this is one of the steps of grieving, feeling alone.

My children and even our other pets are all taking it pretty hard. If you didn’t know it, animals grieve also. I have to clean the eyes of our dogs and they have long, wet trails down their faces. Angel Girl taught them well. I believe she taught the biggest and loudest of our dogs how to take over before she passed.  It’s something to see her sitting on the same rug, like she has now taken the place of protector. We were all kind of shocked to see her sitting there. Taffy will also go rub yourself in the carpet where Angel laid, maybe to put her scent there. Who knows?

Last night I sat with my children and talked about death. One felt guilty because she laughed that day.  The other felt guilty because she wasn’t mourning like the others.  My oldest put her feelings on paper.  Like me, she knows how to write her feelings down. I told her that I would share it with others, if she didn’t mind.  She gave a small smile and said she would love that.  So, here is my daughter’s way of healing the death of her “Angie Baby”.

On the wings of my Angel

by Erikka Agnew

On the wings of my Angel…

On the wings of my Angel…

On the wings of my “Guardian Angel”

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My Angel

By Erikka Agnew

My Angel…

My Angel…

My Angel…

My Angel…

Tears in my eyes

By Erikka Agnew

Tears in my eyes…

Tears in my eyes…

Tears in my eyes…

Tears in my eyes.

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A little collage of our Angel.

1. Dana Clark said at February 11th, 2009 at 1:05 pm

   Dear Thea,
   Keeping you and your family in my thoughts and prayers. You are not alone. Your “Angel” is now truly an angel with wings at the feet of God. May her love and memories grace your presence and know that one day you will share Heaven together! God Bless, Dana Clark

2. Thea Agnew said at February 11th, 2009 at 2:55 pm

   Thank you so much for calling me and keeping us in your prayers.
   Blessings to you and yours,
   Thea

3. Debbie Beach said at February 12th, 2009 at 4:22 am

   For the past few days I find you and your family in my thoughts and prayers thru-out the day. What beautiful words your daughter is able to bring together to reveal her loss. They touched me along with your precious photo’s of Angel and your family. I’m deeply saddened for your loss and pray that your time for healing will move swiftly. I’m confident your Angel will ensure that this happens. You will see each other again this I’m sure of.
   God bless you all.
   Debbie

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5. Randall Sluder said at February 22nd, 2009 at 12:08 am

   Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

   When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
   There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
   There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

   All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
   The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

   They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

   You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

   Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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6. Elizabeth said at March 30th, 2009 at 4:18 pm

   This is the way things should be, get off what we are on now

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