And so I went to bed feeling sad last night. I had to say farewell to two of those connections – first to a person in America who used to come bearing the magic tinder box, and then to the very smashing Mr Dog of upstate New York, whose trips to Maine and ball-digging in the snow were a source of delight.
The first has, I hope, a lot of living to do yet. She deserves that it be a rich and vibrant experience. I’m sure it won’t always be happy, but I hope that it might be mostly so.
The second had, I’m reliably informed by his human, also a person of some significance, a ‘long and happy life.’ I’m sure he deserved every minute of it.