How...................

How do you release someone who is held so tightly in heart? How do you find the strength to place one foot in front of the other, continuing your life, when someone so precious is now out of your reach? How do your regain your inspiration and joy? Having made it through the first night was a feat in its self, I felt my beloved Blossom next to me, within me, forever close, yet it is the physical presence that I shall crave, to hold her, feel her, smell her, hear her, cradling her within my arms. I have lost a part of me, when she left so did a piece of my heart, torn from me as she returned home, to peace. Those who I love have surrounded me, their love oozing out mingling with my fragile heart, caressing my soul as it morns the loss of my precious girl. There are those who think that a cat is a cat, merely a pet, for me Blossom was my family, my love, my life, and without her I am missing a part of me, a part that will only be complete when I too cross the rainbow bridge and join her for the rest of our tomorrows. As a candle burns next to her portrait, (one that was given to me from a friend for my birthday last month,) I feel her with me, watching and comforting me as I grieve her passing. I know that I had her on borrowed time, that the Universe gave us each other for a reason, that she was meant to leave yesterday, her destiny fulfilled. I shall never forget the day that we were given to each other, the voice that told me during my walk that it was imperative that I return home a certain way, and as I walked I wondered, what is it that is going to happen? Little did I know that heaven was waiting. Blossom gave me love like nothing I have experienced before, pure, unconditional, and I returned the same to her, we were one. Are one, always together. As I held her next to my heart as she left this world, whispering my undying love to her, a dog began to howl, calling her home, how connected our furry companions are, they are aware of all that is not seen, unsaid, how much they give us. As my dear friend supported me during Blossoms passing rubbing my back, she said that as Blossom was preparing to go my stomach started to gurgle and churn, so loudly that she placed her her hand upon my side, and once Blossom had left, it stopped. She said that her essence transferred to me, her strength and breath given, her final physical gift. I know that she is next to me always now, never away from my side, yet, how do I remain here without her, how can this world ever be the same.................