A little comfort, maybe. Xx

[September]

I am still struggling with the loss of my Timothy Rabbit. Coming home to an empty house stabs at my heart every time and the tears are always there. He rests in a place in our garden under his herb box which we have filled with winter pansies. I go and sit out there every morning and find it so peaceful, no matter what the weather.

I would just like to share a few stories that are bringing me comfort now that my grief is not so raw. It is still there, I miss him like crazy, but I am able to focus a little more on the joy and happiness he brought to us….and how he was able to put the world to right basically!

The day after he died I couldn’t stay in the house so I drove over to my son’s house early. We went for lunch and as we were sitting in the cafe garden, a large grey and white feather fell at the side of my chair. I picked it up and held it tight. I could have left it but didn’t for some reason. The next day we laid Timothy to rest in our garden, I sat on the patio, looked down and there was another grey and white feather, almost identical in size and colour. I called them ‘Timothy’s Angel Wings’ and I put them upright in his herb box. Since then, I have not seen another feather like those.

Three days later was my first day back to work. I have to drive down a short country lane. I saw on the grass verge up ahead a wild rabbit. It saw me approach then ran towards a gate. I stopped the car. It sat at the gate for a few seconds. I looked at it and I realised I was smiling. Then it ran into the hedgerow. I have been driving down that road for almost 30 years (loyal employee) and I have never once seen a rabbit. My hubby said it was coincidence. I don’t believe that. Few seconds earlier or later and I would not have seen it. It sounds silly, but it was like it was sitting there waiting for me. No one else. Just me. I would like to think so.

I have found many white feathers since Timothy went to the Rainbow Bridge. I seem to find them randomly when I am feeling sad. I’ve kept them all. But there are four that are particularly special…..The first time I found one was the day after we had buried Timothy. Something prompted me to walk to a place on our lawn where I remember seeing Timothy nibbling the grass for the last time. There in the exact spot was a little white feather. It was lying on top of the blades of grass, as though it had just been placed there for me to find…. One day I was outside with hubby and we were talking about Tim. Tears again, but smiles too. Hubby was sitting on the garden bench opposite. I saw something float down at the side of him. A little white feather out of a clear sky…….One particular morning was really bad for me. I couldn’t stop crying and the guilt was overwhelming me. I felt I had to keep telling Timothy I was sorry. I got to work, took a deep breath to compose myself. I opened the reception door, and there lying on the floor just inside was a beautiful white fluffy feather, the fluffiest feather I have ever seen. No one who got there just before me had seen it ……A few days ago I was looking at photos of Timothy at work and got upset. A friend came over to me and said hold out your hand. She gave me a white feather. It was unusual, like in the shape of a fan. She had found it laying on her desk with no idea where it came from.

These things are special to me and may not be for everyone (including my husband) but I need to believe these are signs that Timothy is with the angels and he is okay. That he is happy and safe and most of all that he does not blame me. And if they are signs, then it means ALL our fluff buns and fur babies, not just Timbob, are happy and safe and healthy at the Rainbow Bridge….. xxxxx Lynda

[Luna]

That’s amazing. Little angel wings . I agree, I think the feathers mean Timothy is watching over you from Rainbow Bridge. It’s his way of saying “I’m ok Mom.” 

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[Bam]

It is a lovely idea, that he’s watching over you and sending you feathers from across the bridge. I have special place in the woods, by a lake, where I’ve decided my bridge dog Nala sends me chanterelles. We used to call it Nala’s beach but there weren’t chanterelles growing there until after she had passed. So they feel like greetings from her. (We go mushroom-hunting a lot and she knew the hoomins were always looking for those silly yellow mushrooms). ❤️❤️❤️

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