Stephanie,
(first off my keyboard is messed up.. and leaving off letters... so please excuse any typos... and that goes for anyone else reading this...)
Anytime you get back in the state and feel like getting together is fine with me. I'll send you my details in a PM..
And PLEASE do not feel that way about Ollie and thinking he was thinking this or that or the other. He was probably thinking
Oh boy, I get to stay with mom's friend and get away with murder and get to eat treats she won't give me! And you *were* there for him. There's a couple of quotes that come to mind:
The death of someone
is like
reading a book,
yet
having it end, where it wasn't supposed to.
― Cindy Vo Nguyen
I just about feel like that's what happened here.. or most if not all people would say the same thing, including myself about Buttons and the death of my mother... and I find the following quote is how I feel about Buttons, my mom, etc:
Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it's still with a stabbing pain to the heart. And you have guilt. Guilt because it's been too long since you missed them last.
― Kristin O'Donnell Tubb, The 13th Sign
Those individuals that had Ollie prior probably kept him in a back room and treated him like he was a piece of furniture. You didn't. You made him an active part of your life and when you couldn't be there, your friend was as active as you with him. I mean hell, your friend took him out in a SNOW STORM we had here to get treatment. How many people would do that? Not too damn many I know. They would be flipping quarters.. Heads we go, tails.....
You made him an active part of your life and he *enjoyed it* and you've proved it with your photos you posted. Hell, you did more with him in 2 years that I did with my bunnies I've hand raised. I can't get nary a one in a harness. You would think I was trying to string them up and cook 'em! While he might have went place to place in the past, you were his perm home and he knew it.
He felt it in his heart.
He knew you were there for him even when you had to be somewhere else.
Do not doubt it.
Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept him from you.
― Ally Carter, Out of Sight, Out of Time
You know, and that brings me back to Chris's post which is 100% true and hits the nail on the head and reminds me of this quote:
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
From an Irish headstone
― Richard Puz, The Carolinian
As we all write to you we feel sorry for you and how you feel about Ollie, it always brings back to us our own animals mortality and that is painful. I've had to deal with three buns passing the same day, Buttons in 2010, his sister the year before (Don't even get me on that one... me and you will both be singing there's a tear in my beer) my father in 2011, my mother in 2005, my aunt one month before my dad in 2011, etc..and it reminds me that every animal I see sleeping on the floor or in their cages I will at some point in the future have to say goodbye to them as well and bury them beside the others in the yard which to put it in high school terms.. sucks!
However, that is the price we pay for caring and loving.
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
If we never put our necks on the line. If we never step out of our comfort zone, if we never open our heart to other humans and other animals and allow these little fuzzy animals no matter if they are dogs, cats, rats, guinea pigs, rabbits, sugar gliders, etc or in that case other individuals into our environment, we would never experience the joys that they bring to our lives in the time no matter how long or brief that they are with us. We would have a life less full from them not being with us and interacting and growing with us and to me that would be far more painful then the sting of not having them with us any more.
Now, my family being Southern my mother had this MORBID fascination of going to cemetaries and would drag me unwillingly with her. For some reason, she could not fathom that a teenagers idea of a good time was not visiting old Baptist cemetaries off the paved road. At this one cemetary in South Carolina was this one grave stone that every time I saw it would just PISS ME OFF. If I could go back there and kick it over I would. This was the grave stone of someone who was seriously seriously mad they were dead and I remember this clearly even though it has been over 20 years plus since I have been in that graveyard:
Remember friend as you walk by
as you are now so once was I
as I am now you soon shall be
prepare for death and follow me.
and I'm thinking NO WAY IN HELL you mean a** hole just because you died doesn't mean you have to remind everyone else
that we all are going to die also!!!!
To me this was NOT a positive tombstone with some cheery poetry, like' She is with the ages.. or she sings with the Angels' NO! This was a person that was really really mad they were dead and wanted everyone else to know they were dead, and you were going to be dead also, so get over it and start reading Checkov and get unhappy.
To the contrary, I this this sums up Ollie and is a more positive view of death :
He Is Not Dead
I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And youoh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not deadhe is just away.
― James Whitcomb Riley
On a side note, I do love the movie Blade Runner from seeing it over and over on Betamax and what struck me was even though those *crazy* replicants raised hell in leaving from that Off world in killing 23 people was that they loved life and seemed to value it more than the humans. They hung onto their memories like a life raft. It really is funny how the future is different from how I thought it was be in the 80's when I first saw the film. Hell, I'm still waiting for the Jetsons cars!! Where are they at!!! We've been had! Also the situation about the artificial animals in the book and film: "In the book, live animals are highly priced possesions, and the rarer the better. It is also considered a moral crime not to take care of and protect an animal. If you cannot afford a live animal, or the live animal you want is extinct, then a fake one is a good alternative." (also there was the fight that Ridley Scott got into with Harrison Ford as he wanted to make Ford's character a replicant also on the same level as Rachel and Ford fought him the entire time... there is the scene where both of their eyes have that gold/red glow that the replicants eyes have, Ford has blown it off saying he stepped into Sean Youngs' lighting by accident!)
Pretty interesting!
Hang in there, watch Blade Runner and remember the good and nothing else. To remember anything else except the good times with Ollie is just you un-necessarily torturing yourself and you don't need that...we have enought people around us to do that for us. We don't need to help them out!
Vanessa