“I was walking along, looking down at the ground and there was this crystal. Looked just like a tear drop. A teardrop from God, just for me.” My aunt’s friend held out this crystal she had found just moments after she and her husband had to put their 16 year old dog out of her misery.
“He had to shoot her. Not the way I would have done it, but he felt it was his obligation to her. She just laid her head down for him when it was time and he sobbed like a child afterward. Then we buried her out in the desert and I found this crystal.”
I told my aunt’s friend that a crystal appears when the person needs it, the crystal finds the person, not necessarily the other way around.
I looked at her crystal and recognized some properties or ‘personalities’ of the stone. She had found an empathetic crystal, and one of its properties is to help a person suffering from grief or a loss. I told her this and her face brightened, and she was comforted by her crystal finding her at that moment.
My aunt and her friend spent the afternoon making jewelry and turning her crystal into a necklace, and I’m sure she will be wearing it as she grieves for the passing of her four-legged loved one.
Things are a little different out here. Life and death seem to be a part of the daily dialogue in this retirement community. So often the conversation drifts to so-and-so and his recent heart attack or so-and-so and their trip to the hospital or so-and-so and the passing of their husband. Death is just hanging out here in the desert as the Great Generation reaches the end of their years and exits this world.
Another friend of my aunt’s stopped by the other day and was telling us about the dog her friend brought over who needed a home.
“He’s too full of piss and vinegar,” claimed the friend. “He is a young one and I had to take him back. My daughter was giving me grief about getting a puppy. She knows she’ll have to take care of him once I go. I need an older dog whose at the end of his years like I am.”
Everyday, a little man a few doors down from my RV takes his tiny white pug out for a walk. The dog just sort of stands there, not sure of which way to go. He looks up at his owner, and his owner looks down at him, and they just sort of stand there for 5 or 10 minutes. The unspoken words between the two of them speak volumes. I happened to by walking home one day and passed them in their daily ritual. His owner told me his companion should have died by now. The little pup was old and suffering from congestive heart failure and totally blind. But he’s still going, and everyday they walk out of the RV and look around at the world passing them by.
I passed them this evening as I was driving down the road and he was driving out of the RV park. The little pug was curled up on the dashboard going for a ride. I hope they were going somewhere special and the little pup was enjoying his final days with his master.