Thank you everyone for your kind comments. I have really appreciated them very much.
I wanted to share part of an email that I sent to a friend tonight - and then a poem - because I think it expresses how I feel about Puck's passing.
Thanks for the hugs. Its sort of hard right now - feeling a bit numb....a bit happy (for him) that he's passed and is not in pain....and yet sad for myself and our family.
I did ok till Art woke up and I had to ask him to bury Puck. He knew we were working with Puck - but he hadn't realized just how bad off he was. Heck - Robin and I were feeding him at 2 am this morning and I was saying, 'by golly...I think he's going to pull through this.." and then at noonish - he passed away.
When I watched Art pick up Puck and cradle him in his arms - in sort of the same position he would pick up Puck and love on him (laying him on his back and rubbing his tummy like a kitten)......I teared up. I don't know if Art cried while he was outside burying Puck....but he about cried when he carried him outside.
I think the numbness is because Puck's quality of life went so far downhill since he got wry neck last year. Oh - we loved on him and we petted him and stuff....but pre wryneck he was a hellion. He would bounce on anything and everything and run and play and he was as free as a butterfly. Then the wry neck happened and it really slowed him down a lot. Not only did his body change - but it was like his spirit changed too. He was now bound by his body and I think it was hard for him.
I think I'm numb because I know that his passing was best for him. Last night I realized I could give him a push of IV fluids and try to save his life.....but that he had a good change of only having it extended by hours - not by any real length of time. So Robin and I gave him a bit of pain meds and then baby food and water and he took about 50 cc between the two of them - which is about what I would have done for an emergency push of fluids (44 cc)....I thought..."he's gonna make it..".
The hardest part is we put Jenny in with him yesterday to try to pull him out of it - they had a real close bond (she had his babies twice). Now I think she is grieving for him even though he died in our arms. (Ok - so she's also making googly eyes at Tiny too).
This hurts so bad - but I guess what I'm trying to say is it would be hurting so much worse if he hadn't had the wry neck and been ill.....then it would have been devastating. But Puck didn't like being disabled....so in a way, it brings me joy to know he's pain-free.
Peg
Now I'll share a poem that sort of reminds me of what has happened to Puck...
It's a poem about pilots called "High Flight" and I used to hear it on the tv in the evenings before they'd shut down for the night (that's right youngsters - we didn't used to have tv 24/7).
High Flight Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December 1941
I believe with all of my heart that Puck has slipped the bounds of this earth - and the wry neck that so hindered him......and reached out to touch the face of God...the one who made him..
I keep trying to picture God laughing and saying, "binky again Puck....I love to watch you binky".
Peg