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Choosing Tears

post #1 of 21
Thread Starter 
I saw this over at petloss.com. I was over there as I've been missing Oliver pretty badly and needed some help.

It's long but puts things into perspective and it just might help some of you.

"Choosing Tears"

The little orange boy stopped.
Behind him, kitties were playing, chasing each other and wrestling in the
warm sunshine.
It looked like so much fun, but in front of him, through the clear stillness
of the pond's water, he could see his mommy.
And she was crying.
He pawed at the water, trying to get at her, and when that didn't work, he
jumped into the shallow water. All that got him was wet and Mommy's image
danced away in the ripples.
"Mommy!" he cried.
"Is something wrong?" The little orange boy turned around.
A lady was standing at the edge of the pond, her eyes sad but filled with
The little orange boy sighed and walked out of the water.
"There's been a mistake," he said. "I'm not supposed to be here."
He looked back at the water.
It was starting to still again and his mommy's image was coming back.
"I'm just a baby. Mommy said it had to be a mistake. She said I wasn't
supposed to come here yet." The kind lady sighed and sat down on the grass.
The little orange boy climbed into her lap.
It wasn't Mommy's lap, but it was almost as good.
When she started to pet him and scratch under his chin like he liked, he
started to purr.
He hadn't wanted to, but he couldn't help it.
"I'm afraid there is no mistake. You are supposed to be here and your mommy
knows it deep down in her heart," the lady said.
The little orange boy sighed and laid his head on the lady's leg.
"But she's so sad. It hurts me to see her cry. And daddy too."
"But they knew right from the beginning this would happen."
"That I was sick?"
That surprised the little orange boy.
No one had ever said anything and he had listened when they thought he was
All he had heard them talk about was how cute he was or how fast he was or
how big he was getting.
"No, not that you were sick," the lady said.
"But you see, they chose tears."
"No, they didn't," the little orange boy argued. Who would choose to cry?
The lady gently brushed the top of his head with a kiss. It made him feel
safe and loved and warm - but he still worried about his mommy.
"Let me tell you a story," the lady said.
The little orange boy looked up and saw other animals gathering around.
Cats - Big Boy and Snowball and Shamus and Abby and little Cleo and Robin.
Merlin and Toby and Iggy and Zachary. Sweetie and Kamatte and OBie.
Dogs too- Sally and Baby and Morgan and Rocky and Belle.
Even a lizard named Clyde and some rats named Saffron and Becky and a
hamster named Odo.
They all lay down near the kind lady and looked up at her, waiting.
She smiled at them and began:
A long long time ago, the Loving Ones went to the Angel in Charge. They were
lonesome and asked the Angel to help them.
The Angel took them to a wall of windows and let them look out the first
window at all sorts of things - dolls and stuffed animals and cars and toys
and sporting events. "Here are things you can love," the Angel said. "They
will keep you from being lonesome."
"Oh, thank you," the Loving Ones said. "These are just what we need."
"You have chosen Pleasure," the Angel told them.

But after a time the Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
"Things are okay to love," they said. "But they don't care that we love
The Angel in Charge led them over to the second window. It looked out at all
sorts of wild animals.
"Here are animals to love," he said. "They will know you love them."
So the Loving Ones hurried out to care for the wild animals.
"You have chosen Satisfaction," the Angel said.

Some of the Loving Ones worked at zoos and wild animal preserves, some just
had bird feeders in their yards, but after a time they all came back to the
Angel in Charge.
"They know we love them," they told the Angel. "But they don't love us back.
We want to be loved in return."
So the Angel took them to the third window and showed them lots of people
walking around, hurrying places.
"Here are people for you to love," the Angel told them.
So the Loving Ones hurried off to find other people to love.
"You have chosen Commitment," the Angel said.

But after a time a lot of Loving Ones came back to the Angel in Charge.
"People were okay to love," they said. "But sometimes they stopped loving us
and left. They broke our hearts."
The Angel just shook his head. "I cannot help you," he said.
"You will have to be satisfied with the choices I gave you."
As the Loving Ones were leaving, someone saw a window off to one side and
hurried to look out.
Through it, they could see puppies and kittens and dogs and cats and lizards
and hamsters and ferrets.
The other Loving Ones hurried over.
"What about these?" they asked.
But the Angel just tried to shoo them away.
"Those are Personal Empathy Trainers," he said.
"But there's a problem with their system operations."
"Would they know that we love them?" someone asked.
"Yes," the Angel said.
"Would they love us back?" another asked.
"Yes," the Angel said.
"Will they stop loving us?" someone else asked.
"No," the Angel admitted. "They will love you forever."
"Then these are what we want," the Loving Ones said.
But the Angel was very upset.
"You don't understand," he told them. "You will have to feed these animals."
"That's all right," the Loving Ones said.
"You will have to clean up after them and take care of them forever."
"We don't care."
The Loving Ones did not listen. They went down to where the Pets were and
picked them up, seeing the love in their own hearts reflected in the
animals' eyes.
"They were not programmed right," the Angel said. "We can't offer a
warranty. We don't know how durable they are. Some of their systems
malfunction very quickly, others last a long time."
But the Loving Ones did not care.
They were holding the warm little bodies and finding their hearts so filled
with love that they thought they would burst.
"We will take our chances," they said.
"You do not understand." The Angel tried one more time. "They are so
dependent on you that even the most well-made of them is not designed to out
live you. You are destined to suffer their loss."
The Loving Ones looked at the sweetness in their arms and nodded.
"That is how it should be. It is a fair trade for the love they offer."
The Angel just watched them all go, shaking his head.
"You have chosen Tears," he whispered.

"So it is," the kind lady told the kitties.
"And so each mommy and daddy knows. When they take a baby into their heart,
they know that one day it will leave them and they will cry."
The little orange boy sat up. "So why do they take us in?" he asked.
"Because even a moment of your love is worth years of pain later."
"Oh." The little orange boy got off the lady's lap and went back to the edge
of the pond.
His mommy was still there, and still crying.
"Will she ever stop crying?" he asked the kind lady.
She nodded. "You see, the Angel felt sorry for the Loving Ones, knowing how
much they would suffer. He couldn't take the tears away but he made them
She dipped her hand into the pond and let the water trickle off her fingers.
"He made them healing tears, formed from the special water here.
Each tear holds bits of all the happy times of purring and petting and
shared love.
And the promise of love once again.
As your mommy cries, she is healing. It may take a long while, but the tears
will help her feel better. In time she will be less sad and she will smile
when she thinks of you.
And then she will open her heart again to another little baby."
"But then she will cry again one day," the little orange boy said.
The lady just smiled at him as she got to her feet.
"No, she will love again. That is all she will think about."
She picked up Big Boy and Snowball and gave them hugs, then scratched
Morgan's ear just how she liked.
"Look," she said. "The butterflies have come. Shall we go over to play?"
The other animals all ran ahead, but the little orange boy wasn't ready to
leave his mommy.
"Will I ever get to be with her again?"
The kind lady nodded.
"You'll be in the eyes of every kitty she looks at. You'll be in the purr of
every cat she pets. And late at night, when she's fast asleep, your spirit
will snuggle up close to her and you both will feel at peace. One day soon,
you can even send her a rainbow to tell her you're safe and waiting here for
when it's her turn to come."
"I would like that," the little orange boy said and took one long look at
his mommy.
He saw her smile slightly through her tears and he knew she had remembered
the time he almost fell into the bathtub.
"I love you, Mommy," he whispered. "It's okay if you cry."
He glanced over at the other pets, running and playing and laughing with the
"Uh, Mommy? I gotta go play now, okay? But I'll be around, I promise."
Then he turned and raced after the others.

Anne Kolaczyk (c) 1998

Oliver, I miss you so much!!
post #2 of 21
Oh my goodness Thats so moving

I can only imagine that your still hurting over losing Oliver I'm sure he's having the time of his life over Rainbow Bridge, but you'll be the first one he sees and comes running to when the time is right
post #3 of 21
I had a feeling I should have waited until I was at home to read this, but couldn't wait, and now I'm crying (at work). It is beautiful, sad and happy all at the same time. I'm also still missing my Candy a lot. I know Oliver and Candy are chasing the butterflies with all the other beloved kitties that have gone to the Rainbow Bridge, and we'll all meet them again when the time comes.

Thanks for sharing this.
post #4 of 21
That's beautiful, and made me so happy. I still miss my Smudgie!
post #5 of 21
I'm so sorry for your loss. Thanks for sharing this. I read it at home this morning, but had to wait to post because I ended up crying.
post #6 of 21
Yeah I'm another one that should have waited until I was home- - it was very nice though thank you for sharing
post #7 of 21
Thread Starter 
Yeah, the tears were rollin' last night as I was perusing their message board. That's where I found it. I only had Oliver for 4 years. I can't even imagine what I'm going to be like when Whiskey's time comes. I've had him for about 11 years now. He is a part of me...
post #8 of 21
I too, should have read this at home and not at work. Thank you for sharing
post #9 of 21
Oh my...I just don't know if I can stop crying over this one. I'm picturing my Glory, Tinsel, and Tiger watching me like the little orange boy.....
post #10 of 21
I saw this thread earlier when I was at work. No way was I opening it then, and I was right. It would have been moving enough, even if it hadn't happened to include a dog named Belle -- the dog I grew up with, and the first pet whose passing I cried over, a long time ago -- I had to clamp my hand over my mouth at that.

But so lovely.

Thank you for sharing. And to you as you hold your sweet Oliver in your heart.
post #11 of 21

Thank you for sharing this. To you as you heal over the loss of dear Oliver.

I still miss my dear Sphinx.
post #12 of 21
That is incredibly moving!

All our loved kitties are watching over us and taking great care of us!
post #13 of 21
very lovely & moving - i also had tears, but, according to the story - that's what i chose thanks for posting!
post #14 of 21
That was very beautiful- thank you for posting. It brought tears to my eyes as well, but its so tru that to see the love in your pet's eyes is definitely worth the pain that will come one day. Sorry for your loss of Oliver
post #15 of 21
Oh how true it is!
I have lost my share of precious fur babies but I do not regret any tears I shed because their love was well worth it!
Thanks for sharing!
post #16 of 21
That is so touching. I am sitting here sobbing. It makes me remember my kitty Casper from long ago. He was so sweet and good.

I hope I have my babies now for a long long time.
post #17 of 21
That was very touching. Thank you for sharing. It's always in the back of your mind that one day you'll have to face the loss of your pet, when that time comes I'll try to remember this.
post #18 of 21
What a precious story - I will share it with my grandson! It reminds me of the line from the Roger Whitacker song "The Last Goodbye" - "They say the moment that you're born is when you begin to die & the first time we said 'hello' began our last 'good-bye' Since it is the ultimate destiny for all of us, though, it is very good to have such tales, songs, etc. to help us be strong when facing the inevitable.
post #19 of 21
So sad - I cried through the whole thing. Then when I got to the bottom and saw little Oliver I cried more. Just thinking about this happening to my kitties makes me sad so I try to treasure every moment I'm with them.
post #20 of 21
Reading this opened up old wounds and then healed them again as I thought of my cat, who had passed on three years ago. I forever thank the vet who gave me the poem about the rainbow bridge because it helped so much..Very very moving...Let us keep chosing tears forever because I couldn't live without the love that my pets give me
post #21 of 21
Originally Posted by Whisky'sDad
Yeah, the tears were rollin' last night as I was perusing their message board. That's where I found it. I only had Oliver for 4 years. I can't even imagine what I'm going to be like when Whiskey's time comes. I've had him for about 11 years now. He is a part of me...
I share your pain and that was a lovely story. I just lost my Blackjack yesterday and we only had him for 4 years as well. I truly hope he is running and playing and having a grand time until we meet again. I'm so sorry for your loss.
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