This morning, I held the shell of our beloved Sitka one last time. - TopicsExpress



          

This morning, I held the shell of our beloved Sitka one last time. I stroked his fur (still soft), marveled at the beauty of his white paws, the mark on his nose, the relaxed whiskers and tail. I talked to him and thanked him and held up the phone to his ear so Amy Engelhardt could say goodbye. I half expected to see his side rise up with gentle breaths and his head to stretch up as I scratched him one last time on his throat. I know that was just the shell, that it isnt Sitka anymore. But I connect to the shell as the first step to honor his spirit and celebrate what he taught me every day of his life.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 19:17:16 +0000

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