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A few hours ago, before going to swim with the dolphins, I ran over
my dear little Pomeranian, Kavika, while driving up the drive. I saw
him and knew he was not getting out of the way like he always has, so
I was driving slowly. I thought he went to the side until I got to the
top and found that I had crushed his head. I screamed in agony. It was
devastating
to hold his lifeless body in my arms. My “sister” Carolyn
put her loving arms around me, with Kavika sandwiched between us. Then
Carolyn found a towel to wrap him in and we both took rescue remedy.
We held each other, crying, comforting one another as we tried to adjust
to this sudden change.
My poor guests waiting for me to take them to swim with the dolphins
witnessed it all. Not wanting to ruin their plans, I left Kavika in
the loving arms of a peaceful Carolyn, tears falling down her face,
and I continued with the plan to take the guests to Hookena Beach. They
told me they understood if I cancelled and did not want to impose. “The
best thing I can do is have the dolphins swim with me,” I told
these two, beautiful guests who are in the bloom of
love. They so longed to have a spiritual experience with the dolphins.
It was true that the dolphins would heal my soul. In the embracing arms
of mother ocean, the dolphins heard my
sobbing and came to comfort me. Slowly they swam beside me, over and
over. As they looked in my eyes, I felt their healing compassion. The
ripping loss of Kavika subsided.
The good thing is that Kavika didn’t suffer. And for the last two
days, almost as if he knew what was coming, Kavika was needy and both
Carolyn and I held him and loved him more than usual. He got a bath
and danced and we invited him into our respective beds because he was
asking for extra love.
So Kavika died at the