Broken Promises

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Thursday, March 26, 2009
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Broken Promises (In memory of Tater, with love) If I could stack them, they would tower over my aching head like an ominous cloud; they cast a shadow on my soul. I promised my cat, age 21, the best of care. Suddenly one ear...

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Broken Promises/Broken Head/Broken Heart
Jesskit69
Thursday, April 16, 2009 at 03:25 AM

This really cut deep for many reasons, not least of which is relating to the commitments missed & the repercussions. Thanks so much for sharing.

re: Broken Promises/Broken Head/Broken Heart
cking
Thursday, April 30, 2009 at 12:22 PM

Dear Jesskit:

Thank you for your comment and feedback. The pain we experience is not ALL visceral pain. I hope you are having a pain-free day and are able to accomplish all you set out to do. It is amazing when we have days that we are able to function in "normal" ways!

Take care,

Clemmie

Broken Promises
Antiquityhill
Tuesday, May 12, 2009 at 03:33 PM

I'm so sorry for your loss. I just lost my own feline buddy yesterday, so this hit especially hard. Her beautiful voice purred me thru so many awful Migraines. I will forever love her and be grateful to her for the way she changed my life and made it better. Yet there were so many times I know I let her down because of my pain.

You're so right... those broken promises seem insurmountable, especially when compared with our energy and ability to do more.

Warmest wishes for you.

Ellen

re: Broken Promises
cking
Wednesday, June 03, 2009 at 07:38 PM

Dear Ellen:

I am so sorry you lost your kitty last month. You must have had a very strong bond, as that relationship had such a wonderful impact on your life!

It is so devastating when we lose our pets, particularly if we have that incredible bond. I hope that some joy has returned to your life by now. We lost our other kitty about 3 months ago (not Tater, the pet written to in the poem, but a 16 year old tabby manx) and we are still reeling from that. He died at an animal hospital after a "procedure" that went wrong. Both our "children" are now gone.

Those days and opportunities that we lose due to headaches sometimes do haunt me. I try not to revisit those thoughts and to think of the good times and loved and trust that was shared. I hope you are feeling better by now.

Clemmie