Yesterday Tiger’s spirit passed over the Rainbow Bridge. I see how the term comes from the light of passing shining through our tears.
Today I feel a softening in the grief as though my heart is melting like butter.
A friend reminds me of all that happened in my life while Tiger and Bella were here. Tiger really never came back to himself after Bella passed, so the vet said this could be grief for the loss of his womb mate that led to yesterday. He is at peace.