WAKE UP WITH A UNICORN
’You don’t know anything about me’ Zoonie sighed,
her jaw tightly clenched, settling down for the night.
’Well whose fault is that’? Cornelius retorted’
all of my friendly attempts, you have thwarted’
‘I’m an enchanted Horse with a sword on my head,
a protector of magic, happiness and dreams ahead.
If you have a Unicorn to be your best friend,
you are extra special and on me you can depend’
Zoonie glanced over, twinkling hopes, on her face,
‘Okay then, let’s begin with a furry hug of embrace’
Cornelius whispered back in welcoming response
‘Let go of your grief Zoonie, it’s time to move on’
Cornelius advised that there be just one rule:
‘Remember stars sparkle, between me and you.
Two precious hearts in a a mystical union,
now begins the alchemy of happiness infusion.
It will be sweet to see Zoonie laughing again,
this is a true story, I wish to have a happy end.
Victoria Healing ~ 7.4.2021
WAKE UP WITH A UNICORN
Zoonie and Cornelius
Has a Unicorn ever crossed your path?
The mythical unicorn has long been a source of enchantment. Solitary, swift and graceful, the unicorn had a single spiralling horn growing from its forehead. Sought by many, the unicorn’s horn was said to have medicinal and magical properties.
It is said that Unicorn energy heals what ails you
THE SAME, BUT DIFFERENT
“Don’t bother” Zoonie mutters,
‘I don’t want a new sister or brother’
I’m so lost and confused,
I need my best friend’ she continues.
Feeling my heart pull and pinch,
because she doesn’t respond or flinch.
Everything was different and she knew,
a huge void in our lives was the clue.
She’d ignored her new purple friend,
as he followed every where she went.
Trudging each room, no place to just be,
she looks forlorn and pitifully at me.
Tail limply tucked down under,
you can see her sigh and wonder.
Eyebrows tightly scrunched into frown,
still searching and looking around.
Her new mate patiently waits and stares,
but you can see Zoonie doesn’t care.
Her childlike sense of wonder and awe,
is lost, she’s different than before.
The same comfy sofa and fluffy bed,
but still, she mournfully droops her head.
The day that she lost her darling sister,
nothing in the world comforts or assists her.
Her new purple unicorn is bigger than she,
I hope that they make friends eventually.
Victoria Healing ~ 6.4.2021.
The Same, but Different
Image: Zoonie with wanna be friend Cornelius, the Purple Unicorn.
It’s been a long six weeks since we lost our darling Roxy.
Roxy was more a mother than sister to Zoonie. It breaks my heart to see the sadness and confusion in Zoonie’s eyes. She is grieving for her soulmate. How do you explain to your dog that her best friend will never be coming back?
Happy Birthday in Heaven
It’s been thirteen long years,
since you left and went away.
I still love and think about you,
each and every day.
The love that we shared,
was an unbreakable bond.
I hold you safely in my heart,
knowing you will never be gone.
Your love, kindness and caring,
laughs, chats and sharing.
There can be no comparing.
Sadness hits me harder today,
as I remember your birth day.
“Everything is temporary, but love
outlives us all”
“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”― Jamie Anderson
Our grief comes in waves, as we recall our happiest days.
Zoonie wants to express our heartfelt thanks on behalf of her sister Roxy, for the sympathy you have shown towards our family during our time of loss.
Roxy fell asleep at home, in the arms of her loved ones.
Life will never be the same without Roxy.
Our hearts are broken.
We have to remember to remind ourselves that
“Whenever grief tries to steal the beauty of our memories, that our Love. Never. Dies”
We are deeply grateful to you all.
With our love and appreciation
Our beautiful Gypsy Princess
26.12.2008 ~ 16.2.2021
Forever in our hearts
A Bitter Pill
Thank you Dr Andrea: Mobile Vet Visits And Lisa at Passing Paws Pet Cremations
WAKING THE DEAD
People had been knocking at the door,
all of the dear people she’d known before.
“Do come in, I’m glad that you’ve called”
a sorrowful voice, floated down the hall.
“Would you like a slice of *funeral cake,
a cup of tea, or perhaps a drop of ale”?
Flowers proffered with words of concern,
her whole world had now been upturned.
Windows were opened, curtains closed.
sweet scents filled the air, candles glowed.
The wake (gwyinos) had been held last night,
eating and drinking, til today, morning light.
Now laid out in her best Sunday dress,
ready to receive her mournful guests.
Mirrors had been turned towards walls,
it’s pointless to look at herself, after all.
It was 11am when the ‘corpse bell’ rang,
preparations for her next journey began.
Black gloves worn, as respectful of day,
as beloved ones, gently carried her away.
At Church, prayers and psalms were sang,
a silver coin, given to the gravedigger man.
Before they covered her body over, in coffin,
sprigs of rosemary, had softly been dropped in.
Her physical death had not been the end,
eternal life, had now become her best friend.
In the olde traditional Welsh funeral style,
this is how ancient burial rites were applied.
Victoria Healing ~ 24.10.2020
WAKING THE DEAD
is called Gwylnos and happens the night before the burial takes place.
In Aberystwyth During the 1800s, if a burial was due to take place, it was customary for a man to walk around the town ringing a Corpse Bell. He would walk along and, every dozen steps he would stop and ring out one solemn stroke on his bell. (In the 21st century, the corpse bells are now known as the funeral toll)
This corpse bell, as it was known, would be carried in front of the body, as it was carried to its final resting place, to protect the soul of the dead person from Satan.
She’d heard the bell, it had tolled before,
sadly the chimes were echoing once more
Hairs prickled at the back of her neck,
‘No’ she’d screamed, ‘I’m not ready yet’
*’The Death Knell’ rang, to give the sign,
to mark the end, of another soul’s life.
Her face was white, her jaw was rigid,
no longer was she, in lands of the living.
She’d heard the bedroom door open,
and a rush of louder voices spoken.
The house had become quietly abuzz,
with family and people, that she loved.
Dear ones, gently lifting her into casket,
wrapping her in lace shrouding blanket.
A dishful of salt, was placed on her chest,
as neighbours helped, ceremonial requests.
‘The Death Knell’ had given the warning,
funeral blessings to be held in the morning.
Victoria Healing ~ 23.10.2020.
When the bell begins to toll,
Lord, have mercy on the soul.’
(The Venerable Bede, 672-735)
*A Death knell is the ringing of a church bell immediately after a death to announce it. Historically it was the second of three bells rung around death, the first being the passing bell to warn of impending death, and the last was the lych bell or corpse bell, which survives today as the funeral toll.
She liked darkness against candle flame,
as her loved ones mourned her remains;
she’d felt frustrated, powerless and angry,
wondering if she’d lost her mind to insanity.
In her world now, everyone was deaf,
she wondered what choices she had left.
Some deeds had been good, others bad,
how could she right the wrongs, of past?
Her eyes closed, no longer responsive,
floating, summoning up her subconscious.
“Don’t burden your spirit” he’d said,
“Hush now, rest your tired, sleepy head”
For over an hour he’d sat by her side,
listening to her woes and tearful cries.
Where have I gone wrong? she’d asked,
as her ‘SIN EATER’ was put to great task.
She’d found it kind of weird and strange,
that he was happy to take all of the blame.
In the simplicity of that small, caring act,
she’d smiled, lay her head down and relaxed.
They’d paid him sixpence and a loaf of bread;
an expert, who took on the sins of the dead.
as into the arms of the Angels, she was sent.
Victoria Healing ~ 22.10.2020
When a loved one died in parts of England, Scotland, or Wales in the 18th and 19th centuries, the family grieved, placed bread on the chest of the deceased, and called for a man to sit in front of the body. The family of the deceased watched as this man, the local professional sin eater, absorbed the sins of the departed’s soul. Dying in a state of sin meant the corpse walked after death
Their origins lie in the beginnings of Christianity.
When a member of a very poor family died, the survivors often couldn’t afford to pay the fee of a sin-eater. In this case, they would sometimes lay a piece of bread on the dead body, say some prayers over it, then carry the bread into the street and give it to a beggar without telling him that it had been on top of a corpse. By using this trick, they could get the sins removed from the body of their loved one for free.
Our Miguel was a feisty, loyal little fella,
until the awful day that he met Rottweiler, Bella.
Both were vigilant and protective of their moms,
as their battles for leadership, raged on.
Each fighting for their territorial rights,
Miguel was a tiny, but brave sight.
Rescued from the animal sanctuary,
an important member of our family.
Following in his moms footsteps everywhere,
they were a happy, devoted and bonded pair.
However, a Tibetan spaniel is only 10 inches tall,
much too little to get into battle’s and brawl.
Miguel was no match for a giant Rottie,
his small size and stature he’d forgotten.
Brave and true to the last day of his life,
with a lion mane and huge expressive eyes.
With his plumed tail, curled high in the air,
highly spirited he’d always take on a dare.
Bred for their guardianship in monasteries of Tibet,
loyal and true, forever on watch, to protect.
He defender, as a gallant and heroic boss,
but those natural traits came at a great cost.
One horrendous day in their perpetual conflict,
Bella growled, snatched Miguel, mauled and bit.
Our fearless Miguel, then lost his rights and life,
how we’d all wished he hadn’t put up a fight.
This is a reminder when introducing new pet friends,
that on both dispositions you must depend.
Now our little man is guarding Heavens door,
Miguel doesn’t have to be brave any more.
Always in our hearts, cherished and loved,
still watching, with God’s guardianship from above.
Victoria Healing 29.9.2020
The frisky and curious Tibetan Spaniel was bred ages ago for sentinel work on the walls of Tibetan monasteries. Known for a flat, silky coat and “lion’s mane” around the neck, the Tibetan Spaniel forms a tight, worshipful bond with their humans.