HEART BEAT AT MY FEET Farewell, My Tasha...

Farewell, my little darling, fare thee well. And on bended knees I pray to the good Lord, that it is you and Inshy I meet first, when it is time for me to meet my Maker.

- FARZANA CONTRACTOR

That is the only thought that gives me some succour; you and Inshy coming bounding towards me, from across the Rainbow Bridge, your manes, golden and black, flying in the wind.

Yes, I am sad and shattered. After 20 years of having their joyous company I now feel bereft. Grieving is a lonely experience. One that you and only YOU know, feel, understand and go through.

With Tasha’s going, my world just collapsed. Trying to analyse why, I realise that with her, apart from love, it was also such a physical bond. She was just always around me. Watching my every move. The moment I sat down, she would jump into my lap. If I lay on the bed, she would immediately jump up and sit on my stomach, put her head down on my chest, and listen to my heartbeat. If I am in the hammock, she is beside me sleeping. More than anything she was always staring at me, with so much love in her beautiful brown eyes. She really was my shadow and my shadow has now left me.