Written by Kim Johnson, author of I Am My Sister (Women helping Women) LLC @immysister.org
I was thinking about my dog Ashlee and how much I miss her, and so, I decided to write. For me, writing is very therapeutic, it eliminates my stress, helps me connect with my emotions, keeps my mind healthy, it helps me to relax and I get to spend quiet time with the Lord.
With that being said, below is a snippet of how I am feeling right now and how I use writing to ease my grief and sorrow:
“I thank God for the Animal Shelter that rescued Ashlee and for allowing me to adopt her in the latter part of her life… I can only imagine the experiences Ashlee must have suffered prior to her rescue, because the scars of them were evident in her behavior.
A part of me still can’t figure out why anyone would want to deliberately abuse an animal, but I do understand the world that we live in today. I’m just grateful that my Ashlee was one of the lucky dogs who escaped.
When I look back on my relationship with my loyal friend, I think about how much she did for my state of mind during the most difficult years of MY life. In hindsight,
I guess it’s safe to say, we rescued one another. We were both broken and needed to be loved and repaired which we received from one another.
Ironically, now that I am all better and feeling joy once again in my life, God took my Ashlee home to doggy heaven. Oh, but in my imagination…Ashlee is no longer suffering from diabetes or the trauma of her earlier life, she’s running free, and happy as can be in heaven.
If I were to write a letter to Ashlee, it would go something like this:
How do I begin to tell you what you have done for my life? People think it’s crazy to cry over your death because you are a dog. But to me, you were the most loyal and dedicated friend I have ever had. You got me through some rough times too. Remember that time when my marriage ended and I cried all the time? You were the only one who knew… oh, how grateful I was that you were there.
Remember that time when I had a hard time at work and I came home stressed out? You were right there with your head on my knee, letting me pet you. I could tell in your eyes that you wanted to comfort me.
Remember when we took those long walks in the park and how I cleared my head and talked with God about my dreams? And, and, remember when you used to run up the middle of the street, and how I ran behind you screaming at all the cars to stop so that they wouldn’t hit you, LOL, you were so naughty.
And remember when I broke up with RKO and you laid your head in my lap to comfort me as I cried; I never felt alone or scared with you by my side. Those were the days my friend and you will be forever missed.”
Rest in Heaven,
Your mother, Kim
Sister to sister do you hear me? Do you have a story you want to write about? Have you ever thought of writing or journaling as therapeutic?
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