rpadmin“Stop the clocks, cut off the telephone” goes the famous WH Auden poem.
We know how that feels, it’s as if time has stopped in that moment. We are bereft, contemplating a world without our beloved furbaby.
Be strong, time will heal, sorry for your loss. All these banalities either deepen our grief or frustrate us. How can one be strong? Grief is a powerful emotion with physiological symptoms, your heart feels like its breaking because something’s actually happening there.
Grief can’t be fixed. Grief shouldn’t be fixed.
We believe that grief needs to be respected. And supported so that mourners can emerge from the other end with a sense of peace.
So, we hold the space for our grieving pawrents. Giving them calm and tranquility in those unhurried, final moments. By laying the furbaby out beautifully, so pawrents have a beautiful last image to carry with them. We create rituals, the ceremony of the push in with a slow dignified march, bone picking, sea scattering, our memorial wall. All these help give closure and peace of mind of things done right. We show our concern, proffering warm drinks and tissues. A gentle nod, a sad smile. Standing by you, standing with you.
We can’t take away your grief, but we journey with you through it.
We have a slightly different version of Auden’s poem that we would like to leave you with:”
… he was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;…
my love will last forever” even if he’s gone.
