Memorial Meadow Support Community Poetry Recommended Reading
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| Boogle-Bubbles April 22, 2004/ On Wednesday morning after a very special night spent with my precious bunny nuzzled into my neck, breathing his warmth and life into me and me into him, I said goodbye to him in the form I have learned to love and cherish him in. I did not say goodbye to him. Rather, I tried my best to welcome into his next phase by releasing my visceral hold upon the form of his spirit I had known. Oh it was so hard! But Boogle helped me, strong in spirit and cheerful in nature – as usual. Moments after I said goodbye to our precious boy in Heather’s arms, as I drove down the hill in this misty morning listening to “Jesus Joy of Man’s Desire,” with a paw touch and a sigh he left Heather to cross the Rainbow Bridge. I spent the morning helping him cross with my heart and soul and mind, trying so hard not to hold him back! And his strength helped me do so. I laughed and cried as I listened to “Somewhere over the Rainbow” and Kermit the Frog (none other!) sing “Rainbow Connection.” Boogle danced and hopped over the Rainbow Bridge, loving Mopsy and Heather and Maura and Melissa and so many others but also taking this time for himself, to be free of the earthly burdens and embrace the earthly joys. He is still with me, sitting on my shoulder, hopping around me, hanging around with Mopsy by her pen. But this is how I said goodbye to his body, that cute, precious, body which had been so abused in the beginning and so LOVED at the end. He is so strong, I just cannot say this enough. I said goodbye to his body like this: After Heather and I wrapped his body and kept him warm for the first part of the journey I drove him home in the light rain in my lap – listening to music and remembering. This was his goodbye visit to Mopsy his friend. I placed him in front of the fire at our home, in the same spot I spent Heather and I spent with him for a day and a night almost a week ago when he started to feel ill I brought Mopsy to him, she sniffed him and sat about five inches away. I brought her near again, she stayed near for a moment and then moved away and turned her back. About ten minutes later when I brought him nearer she did not move closer, but lied down on her side against my arm and looked at him. She was getting used to the idea of his body not being with him any more. I reassured and loved them both: shedding tears and bidding farewell to that familiar form. The fire was warm and the sun started to shine in through the window. I let him go to his final resting place in Shasta under the apple tree not with feelings of overwhelming grief but with a sense of loss and blossoming love. I felt him near me, helping me. He had already passed over the Rainbow Bridge and he was everywhere. . We put the note I had drawn of him and Mopsy for his shrine earlier in the week against him. We filled his blanket with the rose petals, nut caps, apple leaves, hay and his favorite treats. then he was ready for his final earthly journey to his resting place- …we sent him with so many good thoughts among those tears. Now I have his memories- we have built a shine- we placed a large stone upon which I put a small bunny shaped shell, a heart and mom later placed the a beautiful iridescent eye-like polished stone. Around that I placed many shells and special rocks gathered from the enchanted Smith River. We all said goodbye and our hearts. I wrote a message above it telling him we love him and talking about ALL the fun food he is eating in the land of rainbows. He now has all his teeth again! He is again completely restored to perfect health! As we finished our ceremony in honor of Boogle, the sun shone through the trees creating a lush, dappled magical glow for our precious bunny angel boy. I remember when I first met him – how scared and excited I was to care for this special bunny. I fell in love with him immediately! He had been rescued from a backyard breeder who was using him – his teeth had been rotten and so terribly mallocluded that they had to be removed – I felt badly for all his lifetime of terrible living conditions surviving in a fifthly 2 foot hutch, without proper food or even the ability to eat it! He was a survivor- I wanted to make his life heaven and it turns out that’s what he made mine. I remembered how quickly,
in less than a week, he and Mopsy became friends too. Most recently
I have very vivid images of him nosing the pen door for
his food and then jumping up onto me or standing up with his paws against me
when I would go in to feed him. I see him and Mopsy bundled together on my
bed in many cuddle times. My heart is filled with joy from Boogle. He makes
me strong and he has taught me so much. Mopsy and I will remember him every
day. We aren’t the only ones. He has touched the lives of so many and
will continue to FOREVER! I am so lucky to know him – I don’t mind
him not being in his visceral form any more because I know he doesn’t.
He is free and full of love – may we all draw strength from this. |