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3 years ago today we met for the first time.

 

For me, it was love at first sight.

 

I didn't want a second dog. If I did have a second dog, it was going to be a saluki. I didn't "do" collies.

 

None of that mattered.

 

On that fated transport run, you hopped out of Sian's van, looked into my eyes and my heart was yours :wub:

 

I'll love you and miss you forever, my very handsome boy :mecry: :wub:

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Well, old boy, I've spent the whole day busybusybusying to avoid having to sit and think and cry, but I've run out of things to do now. So here I am: sitting and thinking and crying.

 

A very wonderful friend told me on this day a whole year ago that the truth was that the pain and grief never go away, you just learn to live with it. How right they were :mecry:

 

12 long months have passed since you left my side, my very handsome collie boy, and my heart still aches for you. So much has changed in that time, but my love for you is still as strong as ever :wub: :wub:

 

Thank you for the seagulls, it's so lovely to know that you're still around for us and doing your new job as well as you did your job here :wub: The flocks have got larger, so you must have been promoted :wub:

 

Thank you for Bran. He has filled your position of steady, emotional rock so well, but unfortunately also your positions of Most Stubborn Creature On The Planet and Most Able To Fool Me Into Thinking That He's Quite Stupid Really :laugh: When I stand and drop my hand to my side, his head is there now and not yours, but I know that he's only here because you wanted him to be :wub:

 

Flora still misses you. She is thoroughly enjoying being the Queen Bee, but sometimes I can see in her eyes that she'd like very much to not be the one in charge and to have her older brother here to take some of the responsibility from her young shoulders so that she can just run with the wind. When she's allowed to run again, I'll bring her to Cefn Sidan to visit so that she can chase seagulls with you as she always did :wub:

 

I hope there are celebratory sausages for your very first Bridge anniversary, my sweetheart, and if you could give Chi's hand a gentle lick from us, we'd be very grateful :wub:

 

I miss you so much, my darling :mecry: :wub:

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The Fourth Day

 

by Martin Scot Kosins

 

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember.

 

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend.

 

You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter ... simply because something in its eyes reached your heart.

 

But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or frontroom - and when you feel it brush against you for the first time - it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

 

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later.

 

It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your longtime friend and see age where you once saw youth.

 

You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy.

 

And you will see sleep where you once saw activity.

 

So you will begin to adjust your friend's diet - and you may add a pill or two to her food.

 

And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness.

 

And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

 

 

And on this day - if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own - on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit.

 

But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you - you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night sky.

 

 

If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or human friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you.

 

But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joyfilled years, you may find that a soul - a bit smaller in size than your own - seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come.

 

And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg - very very lightly.

 

And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay - you will remember those three significant days.

 

The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart -

 

As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own.

 

You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you.

 

If you reject it, it will depress you.

 

If you embrace it, it will deepen you.

 

Either way, it will still be an ache.

 

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when - along with the memory of your pet - and piercing through the heaviness in your heart - there will come a realization that belongs only to you.

 

It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost.

 

This realization takes the form of a Living Love -

 

Like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this Love will remain and grow - and be there for us to remember.

 

It is a Love we have earned.

 

It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go -

 

And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live.

 

It is a Love which is ours alone -

 

And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our Beloved Pets -

 

It is a Love that we will always possess.

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