As prepared as we may try to be, we never are entirely. That just seems to be the way of it. We bid farewell to Tex yesterday, shedding tears for the fourteen years of unconditional love that’s so unique to dogs. Despite dealing repeatedly with death, it’s still somehow inconceivable that one moment he’s with us . . .
. . . and the next he’s not.
There’s comfort in the peace of his passing, which mirrors the overwhelming majority of his life – apart from the terrors of our Highveld storms. Here’s a pic taken some months ago, before the rapid acceleration of old age, showing the gentle soul we’ll always treasure:
For the record, here’s another in younger years:
- Bocelli’s voice, talent reaches far beyond opera’s borders (pbpulse.com)
- Time To Say Goodbye. (rachelleadelina.wordpress.com)