Today I’m feeling blue. I have been for quite a while. Especially after learning that some of my Scottie friends have crossed the bridge recently. It’s too many, too soon.
So as we enjoy our StuART today, let us be mindful of those who have passed. And for those of us left behind.
Miss you Stu.
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length, she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”
Gone from my sight. That’s all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Me too. Rooo.
Amen is right.
The lump I have in my throat right now will subside…the memory of those who have crossed The Bridge will never.
McDuff & Mom
My Sweet Mac has been gone since February 18 . . . I’m crying again. 💔
I’m so very sorry about Mac. So very sorry.
We should gather strength from those who have crossed. For without us, they may not have had the good life they did. Once they pass their spirit stays to not only allow us to grieve, but to fill our hearts with love of them and those yet to come into our lives. You have every right to be blue. Our hearts hurt for you and those who have lost. They are gone from our sight, but live on in our minds and hearts. Thank you for inspiring us with the Van Dyke.
Their spirits are indeed with us. Thank you for that.
very well put.
Very well said. They are gone from our sight but live on in spirit in our hearts. Thank you that. Kipper lives on in spirit with me.
Yes, he does. Stuart’s with me too.
This is getting to hard to do.
SWTS & Lee
It is. I’ve learned of so many passing in the past few weeks and months. Hopefully the poem brings a little bit of peace.
There is something in the spirit air because on Sunday, Mama has a huge melt down and could not stop crying for all her previous dogs, and all the friends we made on FB who have transitioned. Talk about waterworks. Plus she was holding me so tight, I had to remind her that I like to breathe too. We are giving you a virtual hug and sending much love!
Virtual hugs work very nicely and I thank you both for that. Sending y’all one back.
I can’t read the poem my friend..we are having to say goodbye to our sweet old boy next week..this week for Forrest is his Barkit list..spoils and love..i’m bawling again…we send our love…miss you Stu…xxx
Oh Fozziemum – The Barklist wins. Enjoy and relish in all that is Forrest. Please pat him and love him lots for us. I’m crying for you.
Life sucks i think…:( i will give the old guy a pat from you and i know Stu will be waiting with a full skirt parade xxx
Oh yes he will! Standing at the ready for a friend he knows, but hasn’t met yet. Yet.
Fozziemum, I’m bawling for you and with you. Hugs and kisses to Forrest and give him whatever he wants!
Awww my friend thankyou…he is getting whatever he likes..my old darlin boy xxx
We will be thinking of you most dearly in the days to come. Sending hugs and licks to you. Give ’em anything he wants. Our hearts send love your way to help you get through.
Thankyou my friend..he is snuggled in bed tonight .today was sunny and warm and he watched me roll on the dirt on his behalf..he walked away..he thinks i am mad ..i a glad i made him happy 🙂 xx
Rolling on the dirt. doG love you for that. He does too.
A girl does what she has too 🙂 i may have been bitten by something..oh well..<3
This poem is really how it is, but it is the ones who are left behind who really suffer! It is so very sad for us on this side! One day we will be the ones approaching the shore on the other side, and all of those we lost sight of previously will be there waiting for us saying “Here she comes” and they’ll run eagerly to welcome us, and then there will be no more tears–EVER! How glorious that will be!
In the mean time, it really is Hell on earth for those of us who have lost our LOVED ONES! I am so sorry! You have my heart and soul-felt sympathy!
Riley-Puppy and Tessie-Girl’s Mum
Glorious is a wonderful word to describe it my friend. Love to you.
They might be out of sight, but they are never out of mind.
Mama has a thought..,we could go together with our beloveds. Yep. Mama likes that idea.
That’s a lovely thought.
Maybe Watercolor Wednesdays should be WaterWorks Wednesdays…..just sayin’
I think you have a point! Got to go wipe my tears and blow my nose again 😢.
I’m so sorry. Not my intention friends.
Been through this five times, and still have trouble thinking about each goodbye and ending. Can’t bear the thought of going through this at least two more times – it rips us up. After each passing we say: “No more, we never want to go through this again.” Then guess what happens? Someone new and wonderful enters our llives and we start over with a new focus and renewed purpose.
We miss you Hoop, Whitney, Bandit, Katie and Dixie. We were honored to have you in our lives. We gave you all we could, and never let you suffer. Hopefully you have been able to meet wonderful Stuart, and all the others who were so loved and are so sorely missed.
Five times too many, but you’re so right. A wonderful soul comes into your life to fill the aching hole in your heart. Cheers to Hoop, Whitney, Bandit, Katie and Dixie! Raising a toast to you all! Take good care of them Stuart! Because they’ll be there for you my love!
Kyla says “HERE HE COMES!!!!”
Now I’m really crying.
BUT, we should be happy that those two – and so many others – are finally together. Happy and carefree. Watching over all of us and saying, “Those silly peeps. If they’d just get their acts together, they’d know we never left them.”
Sending you major hogs and snout kisses my sweet friend. We love you. XOXO – Bacon
Sending you pats, back scratches and belly rubs.
you’re right… too many had to go and there are too much tears and so much broken hearts… that’s the moment we realize what the saying Love hurts really means…
I’ve never thought of that. You’re wise.