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Story of Betty's path
Betty's Path
All my life I had walked forward alone. Until one day, our paths met and merged, and you and I, my love, walked together, side by side. Me with large, hoomin steps, and you with dainty, trotting steps. Thus paired, we traveled as though we were one. When you struggled to follow, I tried to slow down. But one day you finally staggered and fell. For the first time, I stopped moving forward, and I knelt down beside you for a long time. Days came, and nights fell; seasons turned, and then returned. Your fur rippled in the breeze and glistened in the starlight, but you still did not stir. Eventually, I felt compelled to continue the travel again, but I hesitated, and I looked back over my shoulder to see if you would follow. Now, I still glance backwards from time to time, but less than I did. I think that in reality you didn't stay behind, but instead went ahead. And I am walking a path we're destined to journey again, together. This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. ---- This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. I wrote this when I noticed how I tended to hesitate when doing everyday things. When I came home, I'd reach for the door, time seemed to stop as I remembered how Betty greeted me. When I got a spoon out of the drawer, I'd pause and think about the food I used to give her. I'd adopted Betty in 2003, and she'd died of cancer in 2006. I realized that I was starting to mourn her for almost as long as I'd had her. But writing this helped get some things out. It was shortly afterwards, in January 2009, that I had a day that was so busy and hectic, that when I went to bed, I couldn't recall having thought about Betty at all. I'd been thinking about the new kitties, Dot and Buster, instead. If being in mourning means thinking of someone you've lost more than anyone alive, then in 2009, I was no longer in mourning for Betty. I still missed her a great deal, but I was looking forward more than I was looking back. |
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Story of Betty's path
On 04/10/2012 09:43 PM, Takayuki wrote:
Betty's Path All my life I had walked forward alone. Until one day, our paths met and merged, and you and I, my love, walked together, side by side. Me with large, hoomin steps, and you with dainty, trotting steps. Thus paired, we traveled as though we were one. When you struggled to follow, I tried to slow down. But one day you finally staggered and fell. For the first time, I stopped moving forward, and I knelt down beside you for a long time. Days came, and nights fell; seasons turned, and then returned. Your fur rippled in the breeze and glistened in the starlight, but you still did not stir. Eventually, I felt compelled to continue the travel again, but I hesitated, and I looked back over my shoulder to see if you would follow. Now, I still glance backwards from time to time, but less than I did. I think that in reality you didn't stay behind, but instead went ahead. And I am walking a path we're destined to journey again, together. This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. ---- This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. I wrote this when I noticed how I tended to hesitate when doing everyday things. When I came home, I'd reach for the door, time seemed to stop as I remembered how Betty greeted me. When I got a spoon out of the drawer, I'd pause and think about the food I used to give her. I'd adopted Betty in 2003, and she'd died of cancer in 2006. I realized that I was starting to mourn her for almost as long as I'd had her. But writing this helped get some things out. It was shortly afterwards, in January 2009, that I had a day that was so busy and hectic, that when I went to bed, I couldn't recall having thought about Betty at all. I'd been thinking about the new kitties, Dot and Buster, instead. If being in mourning means thinking of someone you've lost more than anyone alive, then in 2009, I was no longer in mourning for Betty. I still missed her a great deal, but I was looking forward more than I was looking back. Long gone but not forgotten -- rest in peace. MLB |
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Story of Betty's path
"Takayuki" wrote in message ... Betty's Path All my life I had walked forward alone. Until one day, our paths met and merged, and you and I, my love, walked together, side by side. Me with large, hoomin steps, and you with dainty, trotting steps. Thus paired, we traveled as though we were one. When you struggled to follow, I tried to slow down. But one day you finally staggered and fell. For the first time, I stopped moving forward, and I knelt down beside you for a long time. Days came, and nights fell; seasons turned, and then returned. Your fur rippled in the breeze and glistened in the starlight, but you still did not stir. Eventually, I felt compelled to continue the travel again, but I hesitated, and I looked back over my shoulder to see if you would follow. Now, I still glance backwards from time to time, but less than I did. I think that in reality you didn't stay behind, but instead went ahead. And I am walking a path we're destined to journey again, together. This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. ---- This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. I wrote this when I noticed how I tended to hesitate when doing everyday things. When I came home, I'd reach for the door, time seemed to stop as I remembered how Betty greeted me. When I got a spoon out of the drawer, I'd pause and think about the food I used to give her. I'd adopted Betty in 2003, and she'd died of cancer in 2006. I realized that I was starting to mourn her for almost as long as I'd had her. But writing this helped get some things out. It was shortly afterwards, in January 2009, that I had a day that was so busy and hectic, that when I went to bed, I couldn't recall having thought about Betty at all. I'd been thinking about the new kitties, Dot and Buster, instead. If being in mourning means thinking of someone you've lost more than anyone alive, then in 2009, I was no longer in mourning for Betty. I still missed her a great deal, but I was looking forward more than I was looking back. I'm glad to hear this. I followed Betty's treatment on here, and hoped against hope she would recover but it was not to be. When you lost her, the grief and despair that you shared on this group made me weep, because I know that kind of grief and despair myself only too well. I used to sit on my stool here at my computer with tears dripping down my face. But..if we choose to have pets that we will inevitably outlive, that's the price we pay for their love. The price comes at the end. I tell myself that every time to see if helps. I really don't know how I would cope if I lost Boyfriend. We just love each other so much, like you and Betty. You are a kind, gentle and insightful man, Tak, and when you lost Betty eventually, my heart almost broke on your behalf. Tweed |
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Story of Betty's path
On 4/10/2012 10:43 PM, Takayuki wrote:
Betty's Path All my life I had walked forward alone. Until one day, our paths met and merged, and you and I, my love, walked together, side by side. Me with large, hoomin steps, and you with dainty, trotting steps. Thus paired, we traveled as though we were one. When you struggled to follow, I tried to slow down. But one day you finally staggered and fell. For the first time, I stopped moving forward, and I knelt down beside you for a long time. Days came, and nights fell; seasons turned, and then returned. Your fur rippled in the breeze and glistened in the starlight, but you still did not stir. Eventually, I felt compelled to continue the travel again, but I hesitated, and I looked back over my shoulder to see if you would follow. Now, I still glance backwards from time to time, but less than I did. I think that in reality you didn't stay behind, but instead went ahead. And I am walking a path we're destined to journey again, together. This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. ---- This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. I wrote this when I noticed how I tended to hesitate when doing everyday things. When I came home, I'd reach for the door, time seemed to stop as I remembered how Betty greeted me. When I got a spoon out of the drawer, I'd pause and think about the food I used to give her. I'd adopted Betty in 2003, and she'd died of cancer in 2006. I realized that I was starting to mourn her for almost as long as I'd had her. But writing this helped get some things out. It was shortly afterwards, in January 2009, that I had a day that was so busy and hectic, that when I went to bed, I couldn't recall having thought about Betty at all. I'd been thinking about the new kitties, Dot and Buster, instead. If being in mourning means thinking of someone you've lost more than anyone alive, then in 2009, I was no longer in mourning for Betty. I still missed her a great deal, but I was looking forward more than I was looking back. Aw, Tak, you've got me sobbing again and I said I wouldn't do that for at least the next two days (I'm trying to taper down, I'm in a very bad place right now). But that's OK because these felt somewhat like healing tears so it may be for the best. I still miss Betty too... and Bandit, and Samazon, and Smokey, and so, so, so many owners who have gone ahead and are waiting for us slow plodding hoomins to follow. -- Hugs, CatNipped See all our masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped See the RPCA FAQ site, created by "Yowie", maintained by Mark Edwards, at: http://www.professional-geek.net/rpcablog/ Email: L(dot)T(dot)Crews(at)comcast(dot)net |
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Story of Betty's path
On Tuesday, April 10, 2012 11:43:40 PM UTC-4, Takayuki wrote:
Betty's Path All my life I had walked forward alone. Until one day, our paths met and merged, and you and I, my love, walked together, side by side. Me with large, hoomin steps, and you with dainty, trotting steps. Thus paired, we traveled as though we were one. When you struggled to follow, I tried to slow down. But one day you finally staggered and fell. For the first time, I stopped moving forward, and I knelt down beside you for a long time. Days came, and nights fell; seasons turned, and then returned. Your fur rippled in the breeze and glistened in the starlight, but you still did not stir. Eventually, I felt compelled to continue the travel again, but I hesitated, and I looked back over my shoulder to see if you would follow. Now, I still glance backwards from time to time, but less than I did. I think that in reality you didn't stay behind, but instead went ahead. And I am walking a path we're destined to journey again, together. This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. ---- This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. I wrote this when I noticed how I tended to hesitate when doing everyday things. When I came home, I'd reach for the door, time seemed to stop as I remembered how Betty greeted me. When I got a spoon out of the drawer, I'd pause and think about the food I used to give her. I'd adopted Betty in 2003, and she'd died of cancer in 2006. I realized that I was starting to mourn her for almost as long as I'd had her. But writing this helped get some things out. It was shortly afterwards, in January 2009, that I had a day that was so busy and hectic, that when I went to bed, I couldn't recall having thought about Betty at all. I'd been thinking about the new kitties, Dot and Buster, instead. If being in mourning means thinking of someone you've lost more than anyone alive, then in 2009, I was no longer in mourning for Betty. I still missed her a great deal, but I was looking forward more than I was looking back. Tak, that was so beautiful that it has me sobbing (quietly) at work. I've got to get myself cleaned up and figure out how I'm goign to blame this on allergies. I remember that fight, too, you and Betty. It was sad to watch, but beautiful. You have a real way with words and the love you and Betty had just glowed in your posts. She will never be forgotten, by any of us. Thanks for sharing all of that, the good and the bad. Jane - owned and operated by the Princess Rita (and RIP to Fin, Leia, and Belle) |
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On Tuesday, April 10, 2012 11:43:40 PM UTC-4, Takayuki wrote:
Betty's Path All my life I had walked forward alone. Until one day, our paths met and merged, and you and I, my love, walked together, side by side. Me with large, hoomin steps, and you with dainty, trotting steps. Thus paired, we traveled as though we were one. When you struggled to follow, I tried to slow down. But one day you finally staggered and fell. For the first time, I stopped moving forward, and I knelt down beside you for a long time. Days came, and nights fell; seasons turned, and then returned. Your fur rippled in the breeze and glistened in the starlight, but you still did not stir. Eventually, I felt compelled to continue the travel again, but I hesitated, and I looked back over my shoulder to see if you would follow. Now, I still glance backwards from time to time, but less than I did. I think that in reality you didn't stay behind, but instead went ahead. And I am walking a path we're destined to journey again, together. This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. ---- This is a Usenet repost from December 2008. I was reminded of it from the occasional inevitable sad events that we share. I wrote this when I noticed how I tended to hesitate when doing everyday things. When I came home, I'd reach for the door, time seemed to stop as I remembered how Betty greeted me. When I got a spoon out of the drawer, I'd pause and think about the food I used to give her. I'd adopted Betty in 2003, and she'd died of cancer in 2006. I realized that I was starting to mourn her for almost as long as I'd had her. But writing this helped get some things out. It was shortly afterwards, in January 2009, that I had a day that was so busy and hectic, that when I went to bed, I couldn't recall having thought about Betty at all. I'd been thinking about the new kitties, Dot and Buster, instead. If being in mourning means thinking of someone you've lost more than anyone alive, then in 2009, I was no longer in mourning for Betty. I still missed her a great deal, but I was looking forward more than I was looking back. Betty was one in a million. How lucky she was to have been so loved! I won't forget her either... Blessed be, Elizabeth |
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On Wed, 11 Apr 2012 20:29:34 +0100, "Christina Websell"
wrote: I'm glad to hear this. I followed Betty's treatment on here, and hoped against hope she would recover but it was not to be. When you lost her, the grief and despair that you shared on this group made me weep, because I know that kind of grief and despair myself only too well. I used to sit on my stool here at my computer with tears dripping down my face. But..if we choose to have pets that we will inevitably outlive, that's the price we pay for their love. The price comes at the end. I tell myself that every time to see if helps. I really don't know how I would cope if I lost Boyfriend. We just love each other so much, like you and Betty. You are a kind, gentle and insightful man, Tak, and when you lost Betty eventually, my heart almost broke on your behalf. I don't think I'm inherently especially kind. I often think to myself that I should do more to keep in touch with the people I know, and be there more for others. Betty though, led by example, and was the kind of purrson I'd have liked to be. I knew she'd always be there for me. But nowadays, I have Dot, who's a real comfort. I often just look at her in bemusement, because she's like what could have been. She's from the same shelter as Betty, was born around the same time of the same year, and have some odd similaries in personality. They might possibly have been littermates. I'm gratified to see her so far living out a full and healthy lifespan. |
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Story of Betty's path
On Wed, 11 Apr 2012 18:21:39 -0500, CatNipped
wrote: Aw, Tak, you've got me sobbing again and I said I wouldn't do that for at least the next two days (I'm trying to taper down, I'm in a very bad place right now). But that's OK because these felt somewhat like healing tears so it may be for the best. I still miss Betty too... and Bandit, and Samazon, and Smokey, and so, so, so many owners who have gone ahead and are waiting for us slow plodding hoomins to follow. Oh yes, exactly. They're just gone too soon. I hope that you're in a better state now. |
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