Our old dog passed away yesterday after more than ten years with us, at the age of around 12. It was a sad day but she had a good life, better than she probably expected when she was tied up by the side of a road to starve in the winter of 2010. My second son said, "she was a beautiful part of our family."
She had a degenerative spinal cord condition, and couldn't walk, so my sons carried her to the woods this weekend for a farewell to her favorite stomping grounds. So long, old friend.
2 comments:
What a lovely memorial statement! Kudos to you and yours for providing a good home to a foundling. And praise to your sons for carrying her into the woods for a final romp in spirit.
I've long felt that you can judge the character of a person by how they treat the "lesser" creatures. Far too many people would have left that dog exactly where you found it, and thought nothing of it and well of themselves.
A curious near-coincidence... October 4th is the feast day of Saint Francis. I'm far from a religious individual, but I'd like to think he if he's out there somewhere, he was watching over you and smiling all the same.
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