I would like to say that everyone here is absolutely wonderful, and I have read every word you have all written. I am still struggling with this, but my mind is a little clearer.
Last night, I posted as soon as I learned Faith's fate. I have cried many tears since that moment. Tears of unyielding heartache, tears of anger, tears of self doubt, and tears of wonder.
As I sat here wollowing in my own grief, I read the posts and the PMs you sent me. While I was beating myself up for failing her, you were trying to build me back up, and figure out a way that we can do this successfully next time. You were volunteering to adopt dogs from shelters, help with pulling them, and transporting dogs you don't know for people you've never met.
I went outside to be with my lost girls in the small grove of trees where angels gather. You see, my lost girls were all rescues. Ug, Brandi, Mokie, and Spooky were all unwanted before they came into my life. I go and talk with them when I find myself facing something I find difficult to accept, and I find peace with them. I know that Faith is with them, and they have taken her under their wings. They will keep her safe, until I can finally meet her.
Today I got a call and went to pick up a very precious package. All of my dog's get a St. Francis medal with their names engraved on them. They are buried with their medals when they decide to go to the Bridge. The jewelry store called to let me know that Faith's had come in and was ready.
When I arrived at the store, I broke into tears. The lady that owns the store knows me and why I get the medals so she asked what was wrong. I told her about Faith and what happend. By the end she was in tears as well. Together we picked out a nice chain, and we attached it to Faith's medal. This one will not be buried. This one will stay with me, close to my heart so that I never forget.
At one point last night, I asked Connie (my Sage) how one person can cry so many tears for a dog they have never met. Connie's answer says it all:
"Maybe because it's for many dogs, Kelly.
Maybe every time we go to the aid of one, we mean it for all.
Fortunately, this is how it actually works, too. Because every drop of empathy, of kindness, of metta ... every drop of it ripples out in ever-widening circles. "
I did not want Faith's death to be in vain. Connie let me see that it wasn't. All of you CARED about this dog. If just one dog is rescued because of Faith, then her death was not in vain.
Faith's story will go on to reach many others. Not only by me, but many of you will share her story as well. Maybe that's why she called to me. Maybe by trying to save one dog, we will actually save many.
Thank you all for sticking with me. I still have tears to shed for her, and need more time to mourn. But I will be back, and I will have a mission.
--Kel