Today was the trip home. It was a long day, and somewhat difficult. I did it while being as completely shut down as I could.
I finally passed out in bed at 11:30 last night. Shirley called at 5:45 this morning (7:45 EST) and told me that Cheetah died sometime overnight. I cried for a while them locked down everything so I could to get home. I used my key words, then walked through another type of meditation. I literally saw myself flipping switches, setting my brain to ‘Off’, my emotions ‘Locked’, and my body to ‘Automatic’. Once in a while, something would come up, and I would have to reinforce these.
I’m not sure why, but I slept the entire four hour flight from Phoenix to Charlotte, NC. I’m certainly not complaining. The more comatose I was, the better I was. J Coming in to Charlotte was rough with heavy winds. I reached out and put some protection around the plane, which smoothed out almost immediately. (Unlike a couple of years ago, I am no longer doubting this.) The flight home from there was short, and I read, and watched the scenery.
Seeing Shirley again was good. She met us at baggage claim. We walked to the truck and I opened the back door. I had to clamp back down quickly as there was the blanket covering the back where Cheetah had lain, and tufts of her fur were on it.
Bebe, our other dog, was glad to see me. She still doesn’t understand. The saddest thing is when I ask her if she wants to go out, she rushes into the living room looking to drag Cheetah out, and finding no one.