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.
2 comments:
Thank you for this. Shortly after Mr. Dog died we wondered, "How will JJ react?" We knew that you were fond of him and had you met, he would have been fond of you too.
Well, the upper lip wasn't quite as stiff as my comment might have indicated, Maddie. It took me a little by surprise. I don't think I realised just how fond of him I'd become. And fancy thinking of me at such a time. That's rather touching. Thank you.
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