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What is pretty amazing about going through the most painful of all griefs (the Radical Acceptance one) is that I got very familiar with the different stages and comfortable with honoring all my legitimate emotions.
Thus, I somehow swing between deep pain and the joy of still feeling my lost fur baby love!
I like to think Dora was called for better missions! Nothing would ever legitimize murdering her cruelly (and I felt undescribable anger the first day) but I prefer letting karma do its job... I know in my heart the person will pay the price sooner or later...
Yesterday, when I was driving two kids to the vet, I saw a killed kitten on the road. Naturally, I stopped my car to bury her and grant her a decent death.
Despite the river of my tears, I felt grateful I could do for this baby what I wasn't given the chance to do for Dora...
Once again, the Universe didn't fail me. Things played out almost like it was meant to help me say a last goodbye π