Thursday, June 27, 2013

THE SOUL OF SAM




Sam died 14 years ago … this week. I still miss him and think of him often. He was a loving, devoted companion and not hearing his cheery “Good Morning”, sometimes leaves a noticeable empty spot in the sleepy song of sunrise.

The day Sam died I knew something was different the minute I came downstairs and saw him sitting precariously in the dark, his head lilting oddly to one side, as if it was too heavy for him to hold up anymore. His eyes were scrunched closed and he was breathing irregularly. Afraid to touch him and disturb his reverie, I just stood by his side and whispered my love. I told him that if he needed to go, that it was okay, that I would understand and I didn't want him to be in pain anymore. He'd had trouble standing for awhile and had fallen down over and over. Heartbreaking to witness. We both knew something was terribly wrong. He never complained, just struggled to get up and push on, no doubt afraid to leave me alone or to cause commotion.

Life with Sam was beautiful. Always happy, often whistling, he talked a lot, even during my favorite television shows, and mimicked me or actors or anyone he ever heard, if the voice appealed to his ears. Everyday included an “I love you”, or “give me a kiss”, or any of a number of his adorable affectionate sayings. When I'd write, he'd playfully try to grab my pen. When I ate cereal, he'd ask “What'cha eating?”, even though he could clearly see into my bowl. Even his annoyances made me laugh in their cuteness. Sam didn't ask for much, just companionship and love. A perfect partner.

As he got arthritis in his legs, I made adjustments around the house for his comfort. Age creeps up slowly, then suddenly for us all. The accompanying frailty is inevitable. Nevertheless, it is difficult to witness. Sam slept more and more and moved with caution, obviously fearful to slip and fall yet again.

Our connection was notable in the soul-to-soul communication. We didn't need to talk to understand each other. It was evident in his eyes what he wanted and he always looked directly into mine. Unusual in its depth, I always marveled at this soul level spirit to spirit knowing, this wonderful and amazing exchange of two beings that needed, depended, and truly recognized each other in unconditional love. Everyone wants this – few are lucky enough to experience it. Sam taught me so much. He was a rare bird.

I said goodbye that fateful morning, and went off about my day. I don't know exactly how I knew, but when I returned and opened the door, sure enough, there he was...dead. Gone. I wailed aloud. And for a long time. Gut wrenching pain. Tinged with guilt that I hadn't stayed home that day. But maybe he waited for me to leave before he himself left. I don't know. Incoherent thoughts plague such moments. No matter – Sam had died. No more pain for him. And he knew I loved him. That was all that was important.

I tenderly and lovingly buried him in a special spot in my backyard. A place in the shade where pretty flowers bloom with a patch of spearmint each spring. A place where I could stand and remember the joy Sam brought to me for 13 years.

Yes, Sam was a rare bird. Of a different feather, as the saying goes. Didn't I mention that? A parakeet. A store bought wonder. Because he talked. And most parakeets don't do that. And he lived 13 years. Most parakeets don't do that either. But Sam was a happy bird. He didn't want to leave. 

Sam taught me the valuable lesson about souls. That ALL living things have a soul. That communication is not unique to people. That love is possible wherever there is life, and spirit, and the will to bond with another – even between species.

I miss the soul of Sam. His essence remains within my heart, a heart he touched endlessly. I still listen to tapes I made of his rambling chatter, so I would not forget what he sounded like. I still ring his little bell that he obsessively clanged everyday.

And 'somewhere over the rainbow...' Sam-bird flies.


                                                                   




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