Sylvia, the Pit Bull who is 'face of the blog', and Chris, the yellow Lab who was the 'adult in the room' among the service dogs, died within twenty hours of one another.
They were both quite old, but still...that's 2/3 of the canine care team gone, and those two were the ones who did canine CPR to save my life.
I'll give them a writeup later this week, but for now I feel kind of empty, and do not know what to say.
I have trouble speaking now, but with these guys, I didn't have to. They understood on a level deeper than any words.
I've learned on growing older
that the good things never last,
and don't look o'er the shoulder
to try to catch the past.
If it's good it lives within you
'till the day on which we rise
to the place where reams are true
and we meet Him in the skies.
Until then live with quiet grace
for the sake of those you've lost,
and don't forget each treasured face
no matter what the cost.
On the tide of time we travel hence,
but not without remembrance.
Music from Paul Anka, with Times Of Your Life.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.