During the year of my dog’s illness, I referred to her eventual passing as getting her wings. I didn’t say “when she dies”.
She had these two light patches on her back that always resembled wings and so I thought it was only fitting for her to one day to become an actual angel.

I also used to say once she “Gets her wings” I too, will get wings and soar.

For the entirety of her life I was committed to her care and especially during her final year. I said no to many events, outgoings, etc because I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible and also because she needed round the clock care. Although I never regretted a second of it, at times I did feel that my life was at a stand still, that I was trapped until her wings came in.

And so, her wings came and now mine are slowly growing, in a different sense obviously.

My work here on earth isn’t through and now that she is soaring like an angel I can feel comfort in going out and spreading my wings, with my love for her in my heart and her spirit inside of me.

I am finally finding my focus and my vision more clearly. Without a vision and a purpose I really have nothing to work for and look forward to and that makes for a wasted life.

We all have a purpose here, we all have wings that are tucked in just waiting to expand.

Find your wings, find what makes your heart and spirit soar, find what makes you feel free yet focused, find your purpose, you mission, you vision. Find your wings and fly, the world needs you.
♥

Janine ♥