Up here, I see it

 Up here, I see it —

a circle of souls bound by love,
each carrying a story that began with a wag and ended with a whisper.

You think you’re alone in your pain,
but you’re not.
When one heart breaks,
another nearby feels it and reaches out.

That’s how the circle forms —
from the pieces of grief that find each other and become light.

Each candle you light,
each name you say aloud,
sends a glow that travels farther than you think.
It reaches me,
and all the others who crossed before you.

We sit in the Meadow, tails wagging,
watching your love ripple through that circle —
a reminder that sorrow and beauty often share the same heartbeat.

You’ve built a home for healing out of pain.
And that’s what love does —
it keeps connecting, even after breath ends.

So when you gather,
when you share stories or whisper names,
know this: we are part of that circle too.
It stretches from Heaven to Earth,
from your hands to our paws —
unbroken, unending,
a circle of love that never stops shining. 

→ A gentle haven for those who believe goodbyes are never truly the end.