You think I’m dead. Because you cannot see me with your human eye,
cannot feel me with your hands or hold me in your arms you think I am
You recall how I looked when I left this place and you cannot
remotely imagine that I could possibly be alive in another place. You
are racked and torn by the pain of our separation and it blinds you to
that which is right in front of you … me.
How many times since I left your immediate sight have you been told
that I’m dead and you should “get over it?” How many times have you
cried yourself to sleep because you feel like an outcast, believing
you’re supposed to get over me because that’s what people say is normal
but somehow you can’t and no one seems to understand?
How many times have you put yourself through such excruciating pain
because you aren’t willing to consider that I am not, by any means,
I want you to do me a favor and go back in time with me.
Remember the glorious day you brought me home – was I not the most
intriguing creature you’d ever met? Did I not make you laugh and
giggle? Did I not look at you with such adoration that you wanted
nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with me? I wanted this
Remember the days when I was in my prime and we did many things
together. You were so proud of me! I was a good friend and I took care
of you when you cried, were angry or felt down and unhappy. When you
didn’t have a lot of time for me because of your obligations, I waited
patiently for you. I was always there when you needed me. Did I not
look at you with such acceptance and patience that at times you felt
perhaps a bit unworthy? You were never unworthy in my eyes. Remember
when age crept up on me, my bones became stiff and my movements slower.
Still I met you at the door when you came home and followed you around
the house. We’d been together for so long, I was your very best friend
regardless of what you were doing, saying, thinking. Did I not look at
you with such kindness and understanding that you felt overwhelmed? I
couldn’t get enough of you.
Remember the last time we saw each other with earthly eyes?
You tried to be brave but I knew you were crying … I know you so
well. Better than anyone else in the whole world. Did I not look at you
with such pure trust and love that you yearned only to hold me close
and keep me with you always? Did you not promise that you would love me
I believed you.
If this is so then why have you let me go by thinking I no longer
Remember the depth in my eyes all those times I looked at you with
adoration, acceptance, patience, trust and love. Who created this depth
and love? Would the Creator diminish the song of our laughter which was
created in the name of love? I am no longer an earthly figure, this is
true. My body was only part of who I really am. My body would have been
but a mere shell on earth if it were not filled to overflowing with my
soul, my spirit, my loving light.
When we met you thought I was cute, sweet, pretty and adorable. But
what kind of relationship would we have had if this is all that I’d
been? How could you have loved me if I’d had no spiritual
We are all made up of energy which resides far deep down inside of
us, it is our core, our soul, spirit and loving light. It is the energy
that is all of life … it has no beginning, it has no end. It simply
is and always will be and without it there is no life. You can’t see it
with the naked eye nor can you hold it in your hand, it is simply a
certain knowing that this energy does exist. It’s a knowing just as you
know that our love existed on earth – you couldn’t see our love in a
solid sense, you couldn’t gather it all up and confine it to one place.
But you *knew* it existed. There was no doubt in your mind.
They demand you get over me, insisting that I’m dead and you’ll
never see me again because animals don’t go to Heaven. Oh really? I’m
here to tell you different. You were worthy of my love and undying
devotion on earth as I was of yours. Do you really believe this love
would be snatched from us *forever* by a loving Creator simply because
I wasn’t human? Was I not a living, breathing creation with
personality? How could I have been so if I didn’t possess the energy of
soul, spirit and loving light? And if this energy is and always will
be, then how can it be that I am dead? If my core is not of the energy
that is all of life then I was never alive to begin with. But you know
You cry because you miss me, this I understand. I miss you too – I
miss the belly rubs, hugs and kisses that we shared. But life does go
on beyond these wonderful, fulfilling physical connections. I came to
this place to live a whole new life, not because I didn’t love you
anymore or because I wanted something better. I came here because it
was time for me to go to the next phase of my existence, something all
living creatures must do eventually. It is the normal progression of
life. I was not taken away from you because you cannot take away that
which was never owned. My presence in your life was and is a gift to be
cherished and honored just as I cherish and honor you.
Life is not simply about being born into a body, living a certain
number of years and then dying. Energy cannot die. We are blessed with
time in a body so that we can learn, share and grow. It prepares us for
the next phase of our eternal life. The body holds within it the true
life force of our existence…our soul, spirit and loving light.
Without these our bodies would be empty, blank, void of feeling and
expression. Without our energy we would indeed be dead and could never
have experienced our love for each other.
You say that all you have left are memories. Not so. You see, when I
took leave of my earthly body I left a little something behind for you.
You can’t touch it, hold it or examine it for what I left behind is far
too uninhibited for confinement. I left behind a piece of my soul. I
placed it right next to your own which is quite fitting as we were
always side by side in our earthly life together. I love you too much
to have left you with nothing but memories which tend to fade and grow
cloudy as the years go by.
I love you too much to have vanished without a trace. How selfish it
would be of me to remove love and light from your life. I understand
your tears, each one you shed is testament to your love for me and I am
honored and humbled. But don’t forget the good things we shared –
remember and smile. This is an honor for me as well. And when you need
me I will be here. Close your eyes, relax, take slow, deep breaths and
picture me in your mind. Shut off the world and your notions of what
death is and give me a chance. Look for the subtle signs I send you.
Don’t stop being proud of me, I am a friend to be proud of, I am still
your friend and soul mate.
Don’t memorialize the death of my body but instead honor and
celebrate my never-ending life for it is eternal and forever as is my
love for you. Until we meet again…
– Author Unknown, but we thank him/her for this wisdom.