I just told Luna and Liam about Brounee two nights ago. They took it hard, especially Luna. Liam cried a lot and then accepted the reality. He still misses her and says he is sad. Luna took it hard. She said she would not be able to handle it if the black dog died too and wanted reassurance that Daddy was taking good care of her. She worries. She likes control. She needs concrete answers. She hates that Brounee was so young when she died. I told Byron a few days before the kids. He took it well. We decided after Brounee died that we would go ahead and keep the black dog. So today the kids and I decided on an official name for the black dog, Bella-Kutcsa. Kutcsa which I am sure is misspelled is “puppy” in Hungarian. What is ironic is that I think we were walking around London deciding on the name at the same time she was dying. It looks like Bella needed to be with her sister. I am thankful these two beautiful spirits came into our lives and gave us such joy.
Below is what James wrote to me:
As she was dying I told her that we loved her and that her and her sister had been good dogs and that we had been on great adventures together to the Black Sea and the Fagaran Alps. I told her that if she stayed with us she would have more adventures in California with us with the kids and with Andie. I told her how much we loved her and how much she would be missed. I stroked her fur as her breathing got harder and I told her how much we wanted her to stay and live with us but that it was ok if she wanted to return to her sister. My bag with my bible was still sitting in the hallway from a week ago when I was with her sister. I don't know why but I read the 23rd Psalm which alot of people ask for when they are dying.Brounee the day before she died playing with a ball
The Lord is my shepherd I
shall not want,
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside
still waters;
He restores my soul.
He leads me on paths of righteousness
for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death,
I fear no evil;
For you are with me;
Your rod and your
staff-
They comfort me.
The puppies are buried together. At their funeral I said they are together in death as they were in life. They are forever touching each other now. I said they were both great dogs and how much we would miss them and how much we wanted them to come home with us. And I said they were dogs of great adventures but that California was one adventure too far for them. For all we wanted to make a home for them in California, they would live and die in Transylvania their home.
Brounees grave with Bella
Bella and BrouneeBella-Kutcsa July 2006-15 Sept 2006
Brounee July 2006-8 Sept 2006
3 comments:
Hi, thanks for sharing your sad story about the puppies. Birth and death are so closely entwined. The one rolls so easily into the other likes waves upon the shore.
I too am a miwife, and suffered my own sad loss earlier this week.
My wonderful cat companion was killed in a car collision and I'm still at that stage of expecting him to walk through the door any minute. I also buried two of our puppies 3 years ago, they looked remarkably similar to yours. It always helps to know you're part of a wider human experience.
Still, today the circle came around again with the lovely unexpected homebirth of a little girl into my hands this afternoon.
Blessings.
This is so touching, sad, and a wonderful commentary on good hearts. I love James kind words and how meaningful and appropriate they are. I am so sorry you all had to experience the loss, but no man or beast could have asked for more love and respect.
Birth and death really are connected, two sides of the same coin, the other side of the circle of life. While it is sad that they are gone, we are so fortunate to have had them come into our lives. Our whole family really came together to love and care for these puppies. It was amazing to see my children jump to the chance of feeding these little ones. Even Byron did feedings in the night without delay or question.
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