This is going to be a short post. I type it with tears in my eyes.
We saw Daddy for the last time Saturday. He passed away and we never got to him in time to say good bye, although my sister and I tried our best.
We knew he was getting weaker, but we never expected this.
They said he was laughing and joking with "the girls" at the nursing home only five minutes before he passed away. When they returned to his room only five minutes later to ask him what he wanted to drink with his meal, he was slumped over and unresponsive.
He went quickly, which was good, he did not suffer. He is now in a better place. We didn't make it there in time, but I am glad he was surrounded by three of the staff when he passed. They said they comforted him and told him they loved him and that his girls loved him.
I've always heard animals could sense death in a person. I am a believer of this.
Daddy didn't like cats. He never let the nursing home cats in his room.
The nursing home cat came in his room and was there the entire time we were with Daddy. The sleek black cat walked around his bed and promptly jumped up in his window and sat. She looked at me and purred quietly when I rubbed her back. She never left and was there when we left the room a few hours later.
I read about it this morning on the internet at this site.
Thank you for letting me share my feelings with you this morning. It sometimes helps to let it out and I consider all my followers as my friends.
Remember me and my family in your prayers the next few days.
Posted by Janet F. Smart at Writing in the Blackberry Patch.