Typically, I allow death to visit my older pets in its own time; the process is usually peaceful with a helping hand of patience. It takes a few days for the body to shut down, and during that time, I sit and be with my beloved friend.

My cat, Cloudy’s case, is different. She has bone cancer, and it is eating her. I’ve had no experience with cancer, and I would not wish it upon any living being, for cancer is insidio s. I c lled my vet today to help Cloudy transition.

I knew that she would pass; of course, we eventually all do, and at 20 years old, she has been in the last phase of her life for a while,  but making the call has opened up the sadness I have been stowing away for months.

I once read that tears are 1% water and 99% feeling. Those feelings make my stomach tight, and my face feels like it will explode.

There have been times in life when I have cried so much I thought I could not breathe, taking with it my ability to move.  A  hierof thought could set me off, yet I have shed few tears for Clou.  The cry is building; in time, it will erupt.

I like to cry. I cr when I hear a sad story or watch poignant moments on screen. I always try for joy, with tears of happiness flowing down my cheeks. But right now, my tears are stuck, compartmentalized behind a door I have yet to open.

Crying is good for us.

A 2014 study revealed that crying may have a direct self-soothing effect on humans. The study explained how crying activates the parasympathetic nervous system (PNS), which helps people relax.

Also, when we cry emotional tears, we release oxytocin and endorphins, which reduce pain and stress, improve our moods, and give us a sense of well-being.

How often have you commented, “I always feel better after a good cry.”?

Crying bonds us as humans. Tears are a gift we can share. They are a way to connect with others and perhaps open a window into our souls.

When my grandmother passed many years ago, I stood to speak, barely audible through my gasping and tea. Looking into the temple, I saw that the dry eyes were now moist, and I knew their feelings were being released.

Don’t hide when a tear is shed. Instead, lift your face to share your deep emotions with those around you. It may be a gift of healing they did not know they needed.

Tears are a release ~ a let go.