 Jimmie had a hallelujah happy face. His being radiated joy. There wasn't a dog or person he didn't like. Loved everyone and everything. Always happy, about the smallest of things. Tail wags for all. Until 10 Saturday mornings ago, around this time, when we hugged, kissed, cried, released him from pain and said goodbye. See you on the other side.  |
In the days after, hummingbirds seemed to sprout in the backyard. Pairs and groups appeared like I've never seen. Messengers? Spirits of those gone before Jimmie? Feathery visitations, healing and uplifting.
In the week after letting Pilot go, two hummingbirds hovered within inches of my eyes, one for each eye, so near, the moment so fast, I was stunned. I was resting in my mourning on the chaise lounge, eyes closed. I felt them before I saw them. I didn't and couldn't move. I'll never ever forget it. A friend had a simple explanation, one was Pilot and one was my mother. Could that be? Of course. Why not? Since that day,
I choose to believe that hummingbirds are mystical and as magical as dogs
and Jimmie's presence came to me on tiny-tiny-tiny wings.
Angel wings carried you away Jimmie, but your glow wraps around me now, and always.
Even remembering you through tears you force a smile out of me. Smiles, that was your mission.
Here's to you my gleeful, happy-go-lucky, beaming boy and best friend, my Jimmie.
In the week after letting Pilot go, two hummingbirds hovered within inches of my eyes, one for each eye, so near, the moment so fast, I was stunned. I was resting in my mourning on the chaise lounge, eyes closed. I felt them before I saw them. I didn't and couldn't move. I'll never ever forget it. A friend had a simple explanation, one was Pilot and one was my mother. Could that be? Of course. Why not? Since that day,
I choose to believe that hummingbirds are mystical and as magical as dogs
and Jimmie's presence came to me on tiny-tiny-tiny wings.
Angel wings carried you away Jimmie, but your glow wraps around me now, and always.
Even remembering you through tears you force a smile out of me. Smiles, that was your mission.
Here's to you my gleeful, happy-go-lucky, beaming boy and best friend, my Jimmie.
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