There is an old belief that the stars shining in the night sky are the spirits of those who have died. They have shed their earthly bodies and exchanged them for bodies made of light; thousands upon thousands of our dear departed friends all promoted to glory in the night sky.
There is another saying that the brightest flame burns the shortest. My friend, you were the brightest star in my own universe.
While I burn on, my flame dimmed by grief and despair at your passing, the stars are watching me. They are too far away for me to touch, just as you have gone somewhere I cannot follow until my own star-time comes. They cannot be held close for comfort, just as I can no longer hold you close, though I held you close to comfort you in your final hours.
We were together for such a short time, but the stars will burn forever. One day I will grow tired of this earthbound body, my own star-time will come and my spirit will soar into the sky to burn with all those friends who have gone before me. On the inky cloth of space we will be reunited in constellations of joy. Until then, my flame burns low and dim and cold without you.
Through my tears I look upwards to see if you are watching me and what do I see?
There is a new star shining in the sky tonight. 🌟 - Sarah Hartwell.
Yes, losing Piglet has created a sense of chaos in my heart. In this mindless existence that I have experienced since being in this incarnation, adopting Piglet 10 years ago was like finding a lighthouse in the midst of a never-ending storm. That silly little hairless cat was my guiding light into spiritual awakening and rediscovering who I truly am...a citizen not just of humanity, but also of the greater Universe.
I met so many wonderful people and created lifelong connections because of my inclusion into the Sphynx Cat community and the animal-assisted therapy work that Piglet and I did together.
Rediscovering my soul’s history with this amazing little being was just icing on the cake of a happier and more meaningful life. Once again, with Piglet’s passing, I find myself alone to navigate through my soul’s mission on my own. I do know that her leaving was kind of a graduation of sorts...she’s letting me know that I can do the work on my own now.
Still doesn’t make the loss any easier, though. The picture was taken a few years ago when both Piglet and I were younger and healthier. Thank you for indulging me in my grief.