Jamie’s Tribute to Little Feather

 

I believe in butterflies.

 

I knew this day was coming, I dreaded it every second I spent with you these past few months. Knowing that soon we would stare into each other's eyes for the last time left a pit in my stomach and an ache in my heart. We had something few can even begin to understand. I will miss our silent conversations. You're warm inviting gaze and deep rumbling purr made even the worst days bearable. Twenty three years, we have grown up and older together. You are my sister. Your passing has left a hole so big in my heart and weighs on me so heavily I feel like I can't breath. I spent all of last night holding on so tightly to that final moment we shared. Staring into each other's eyes for one last time. I can't even begin to accept that I will never see your face again.

 

A long long time ago after the loss of one of my first sisters I was visited by a beautiful butterfly. She flew close to me and circled all around as if showing me how beautiful and free she was. I felt my sister's spirit and knew that she was happy and ready to move on to her next life.

Since then I can't help but notice I am always visited by a butterfly shortly after losing another of my kin.

 

This morning I was on the look out for you. I could not wait to see your fancy wings and acrobatic prowess. In my yard by the creek, on my drive to work. But you were not there. I was afraid I missed you.

 

Tears streamed down my cheeks as the sadness washed over me. But then suddenly, off in the distance, you exploded out grass. The lake behind you shone brightly in the morning sun. You were not alone. You danced wildly about with another. The two of you flew high and low across the green field. Your tiny brown and orange wings speckled with flecks of black. You flittered here and there, making your way to me, free of the debilitating limitations of your previous vessel. Then just as quickly as you had appeared you were gone.

 

I felt as though I would make it through this day. However moments later that loss crept back into my heart. At that very instant you appeared again and continued to follow me throughout the morning until you were satisfied that I would be ok. Finally we said goodbye in our silent way and you were gone once again.

 

Goodbye my sweet. Live wild and free.

 

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