Pet Loss Support Available

A recent experience supporting a friend who has lost her small dog, a treasured soul companion who had seen her through many life crises, has served to highlight how important it is to be provided with some strategies to cope at this time.

It is now well documented that those of us who enjoy living in harmony with multi-species suffer very intensely when animal companions are dying. Many find the void almost unendurable to cope with. Unfortunately, not everyone understands the depth of grief associated with the passing of an animal companion.

If you are anticipating or coping with a significant loss in your life and wish to better understand the grief that accompanies such loss, you may need to spend some time connecting with someone who has had personal experience.

Having experienced considerable loss, I have found my own way through grief many times.  As one who’s always wanted and needed animals in my life, over the years I’ve loved, lost and mourned a number of cherished companion animals as well.

Last year I formally graduated as a Master of Social Work but over the years I have helped individuals understand and cope with their grief.  As a former volunteer at the Melbourne City Mission, I worked with carers who were mourning the loss of their partners and family. I have also supported a number of friends who have lost cherished animals. The Temple of Solace offers visitors who have signed in a safe place to express their grief.  All you need is a WordPress account.

My years of bereavement counseling have taught me that grief is indifferent to the species of the loved one who was lost. I believe that anyone who loves greatly in life and grieves deeply in loss is deserving of whatever respect, caring and support I can offer.

This site was designed to meet the needs of those who are mourning the loss of their loved ones, whether human or animal.  Whatever your particular circumstances may be, I hope that you will feel welcome and that you will find some comfort here.

If you need personal support I charge a minimal, one-off fee and I will maintain contact via email and offer creative suggestions to help ease the pain.

A Meditation

Knowing Bo

Deep peace I breathe into you
Oh weariness here, O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to you;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, yellow wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the west to you;
Deep peace, green wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, red wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure gold of the sun to you;
Deep peace, pure silver of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the living earth to you;
Deep peace, pure gray of the dew to you;
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet Earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you,
Deep peace of the Goddess to you,
Deep peace of the God to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to You.
Deep Peace of the Spirits to You.
Deep Peace, Deep Peace.

– Old Irish Blessing of Peace

 

Peaceful Passage

Dear Heather, What a lovely passage to the next world you have planned and chosen for Darryl. Your raven wings will protect and cover him, speeding him on his journey. In the coming days, may you hear stories of comfort and laughter, to shape precious memories.  –QuinnRaven Heather with Darryl

A Priestess Sings to Heather

Immerse yourself in the lake of time’s embrace;
lapping waves of memory’s sharp sting caress,
and salt flavored tears that have ever flowed
from soul-struck pain and selfless outward questing.
Remember that the Goddess guides the trickle flow
from your bold heart to the ocean of rebirth.

and of this will his spirit be guided on ….

Lost – ever tossed in turmoil and fearful chaos,
we yearn for an escape from bitterness of pain.
The womb of our spirit growth may seem too small
to nurture the salt rubbed sorrow of lonely.
Fear not, sweet sister of this flickering Light.
Senses and soul here born will expand forever.

for of this will your spirit be guided home …

. . . . . . . . . .

faucon

On Death

Death came quitely for my Grandmother. She died in his arms, the man who’d loved her ever since rent was 10 cents a month and trains were the best way of transportation. She said she didn’t feel well and lied down in the embrace of love, and passed away sweatly, the way we all wish we would.

I couldn’t go to her funeral, January is a bad time to travel, the roads icy and mountain passes all covered in snow. Even if I could have made it though, I wouldn’t have been able to afford the trip. There are baby diapers to buy and food. That is all we can afford now.

I imagine her funeral to have been lovely. I know she is hapy now and wandering and camping in Heaven’s mountains with her son, my father, who died when I was only a neive seventeen. I wasn’t able to make it to his funeral either. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe, maybe not. On better days I think not. But then there are those days that sneak up on me and pound me with my own shortcomings.

I pray for my Grandpa. She was the love of his life. What will he do now, in that big house where so much laughter has broken out, now silent with the echo of death?

All this and my little brother has just been redeployed to war. He couldnt make it to the funeral either.

Sometimes, I just break out in tears for no reason. I pray to the Universe, please dont let the next awkward and sorrowfull call I receive be about him.

Soul of the Swan

this is an extraction from ‘Light of Asia’ (Edwin Arnold) mentioned on the LemurianTour Blog
which seems appropriate here in sentiment and situation.

faucon, PST
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The Swan
(first experience with pain for the young Buddha)

In the Royal garden on a day of spring,
A flock of wild swans passed, voyaging north
To their nest-places on Himala’s breast.
Calling in love-notes down their snowy line
the bright birds flew, fond love piloted;
And Devaddatta, cousin of the Prince
Pointed his bow, and loosed a wilful shaft
Which found the wide wing of the foremost swan
Broad-spread to glide upon the free blue road
So that it fell, the bitter arrow fixed,
Bright scarlet blood-gouts staining pure plumes.

Which seeing, Prince Siddartha took the bird
Tenderly up, rested it in his lap –
Sitting with knees crossed, as Lord Buddha sits –
and, soothing with a touch the wild thing’s fright
Caresses it into peace with light kind palms
As soft as plaintian-leaves ad hour unrolled;
And while the left hand held, the right hand drew
The cruel steel forth from the wound and laid
Cool leaves and healing honey on the smart.

Yet all so little knew the boy of pain
That Curiously into his wrist he pressed
The arrow’s barb, and winced to feel its sting.
And turned with tears to soothe the bird again.
Then someone came who said, “My Prince has shot
A swan, which fell among the roses here,
He bids my pray you send it. Will you send?”
“Nay,” quoth Siddartha, “if the bird were dead
To send to the slayer might be well,
But the swan lives; my cousin hath not killed
The god-like speed which throbbed in this white thing.”
And Daveddata answered, “The wild thing,
Living or dead, is his who fetched it down;
‘Twas no man’s in the clouds, but fall’n ‘tis mine,
Give me my prize, fair cousin.” Then our Lord
Laid the swan’s neck beside his own smooth cheek
And gravely spake, “Say no! the bird is mine,
The first of myriad things which shall be mine
By right of mercy and love’s lordliness.
For now I know, by what within me stirs,
that I will teach compassion unto men
and be a speechless world’s interpreter,
abating this accursed flood of woe,
Not man’s alone; but, if the Prince disputes,
Let him submit this matter to the wise
And we will wait their word.” So it was done;
In full divan the business had debate,
And many thought this thing and that,
‘Till there arose an unknown priest who said,
“If life be aught, the savior of a life
Owns more of the living thing than he can own
Who sought to slay – the slayer spoils and wastes,
the cherisher sustains, give him the bird:”
Which judgment all found just; but when the King
Sought out this sage for honor, he was gone …
the gods come oftimes thus!… Yet not more
Knew he as yet of grief than this one bird’s,
Which, being healed, went joyous to its kind.

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and Heather might say,

“For now I know, by what within me stirs,
that I will teach compassion unto men
and be a speechless world’s interpreter,
abating this accursed flood of woe”