Last Wednesday, our dear furry friend Merlin Moonman passed away. He was 11 years and 11 months old.
He had many years of fun, cuddles and adventures alongside his doggy sisters Cookie and Pepper.
I didn’t think the loss of little Merlin and his transition back to the non-physical would hit me so hard. And it’s only been a few days so it’s still quite raw.
The depth of my spiritual understanding for some reason does not protect me from the grief.
What I do know so far is that grief needs to be held in a sacred container. It’s quite a private pain that needs softness and compassion to be processed - especially as a family.
Grief can be a powerful teacher even though it feels sad and final.
However, there are a few blessings beginning to emerge, even from the seemingly endless waterfall of tears.
🖤 The reminder that everything is temporary and how we move from moment to moment holds tremendous power.
🖤 The awareness that life is a precious gift.
🖤 Trusting the path of Divine will. << this last one is the path of acceptance and it’s easier said that done.
Currently, this is a work in progress…as with most things in this messy/beautiful life.
With Love & Gratitude,
Sarah Prout.
ps. If you’d like to see a little video of Merlin, it’s here.
Ah, love to you and your family - losing our loved ones (and our pets become our beloved family) is a loss. Sometimes we can go through our days & turn around - we feel them, but they aren't there as usual... I do believe be it animal or human, we just change form but never the loving energy. Perhaps Merlin Moonman visits & plays in dreams now, to remind of his ever present never gone loving spirit. Again, sending much love...
Sorry to hear it, losing a pet hits hard 💔💔💔