Rainbow Bridge for Sydney
I awoke to cool temps in the house and no lights. I went throughout the house and lit candles everywhere. Our power went out for a couple of hours. Our pooties were loose in the house, which means Mr. Benny was so tired and didn't notice them.
I decided to come in and turn on the lights when the power came back on. I listened to "Let it Be." How did I know what would portend?
Not long after the song, I went out to see Syd in our garage. She was on her way of expiring after the power came back on. She was there, but barely breathing. Then I knew the moment of death was coming. In fact, I think I witnessed her last moments.
I woke Mr. Benny, and when he took a stethoscope to Syd, she was gone.
I am glad I saw Syd move into peace. It was quick, but I'm fortunate I was there for her at the last minute of her journey.
How I know these things, I don't know. But we have to let it be. I'm in tears, but I knew somehow.
RIP, Syd. We loved you. Here's something Walter Cronkite had played at his funeral, same age as you: When the Saints Go Marchin' In.