Amos RIP
Can grief be this huge ? I had no idea. Tears are falling onto my knees as I type, the screen blurry. How hard it was to get up this early morning and know that our beloved Amos is dead.
As we both held him , through the long hours of his dying last night , I seethed inside with rage. Linda never was able to take Amos for a walk; not once in the entire eleven years he lived with us. Linda never knew those places only a dog can show you. The wintry dark nights, with things banging in the wind, the early morning sun on a window pane, the mist rising over the fields, the byways and pathways behind Tesco.
The golden sands, only four miles away; in the forthcoming film "Voices from the Shadows", about the lives of people with Severe ME; Amos lives forever, on that beach with me.
No more will he take me walking.
No more will he cuddle his nose into Linda's paralyzed hand when she awakes.
Amos knows more than anyone about Severe ME. In his own way he payed the price,but he was uniquely loved, for in all those eleven years of raging, horrible sickness, he was always by our side; every moment of every day and night.
What an utter emptiness and silence his death leaves.He broke the isolation . How will we cope ?
I cannot imagine how much more ill Linda is going to be today, as a result of holding and comforting Amos. She was in complete and total physical agony all night.
I will cuddle and hold her; knowing that in in the middle of us, Amos lies as always; alive in spirit. Love, so powerful, never dies.
As we both held him , through the long hours of his dying last night , I seethed inside with rage. Linda never was able to take Amos for a walk; not once in the entire eleven years he lived with us. Linda never knew those places only a dog can show you. The wintry dark nights, with things banging in the wind, the early morning sun on a window pane, the mist rising over the fields, the byways and pathways behind Tesco.
The golden sands, only four miles away; in the forthcoming film "Voices from the Shadows", about the lives of people with Severe ME; Amos lives forever, on that beach with me.
No more will he take me walking.
No more will he cuddle his nose into Linda's paralyzed hand when she awakes.
Amos knows more than anyone about Severe ME. In his own way he payed the price,but he was uniquely loved, for in all those eleven years of raging, horrible sickness, he was always by our side; every moment of every day and night.
What an utter emptiness and silence his death leaves.He broke the isolation . How will we cope ?
I cannot imagine how much more ill Linda is going to be today, as a result of holding and comforting Amos. She was in complete and total physical agony all night.
I will cuddle and hold her; knowing that in in the middle of us, Amos lies as always; alive in spirit. Love, so powerful, never dies.
Dear Linda and Greg - I am so sorry to hear of Amos's death.So moving to read your post.
ReplyDeleteHe looked adorable. When a much loved family pet dies, it always causes such grief. I'm sure he understood your being so ill Linda, far more than many a doctor - and it was lovely that you were both able to be with him when he died.
Thinking of you.Love and God bless Theresa xx
RIP faithful friend to greg and linda . I had to put my 13 year old labrador to sleep as i couldn't look after her well enough . this was only a few weeks ago . So i empathise .Thank you Amos for your joy , faithfulness and companionship . well done little dog
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