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With Me Always

This they have never done before.

The geese were all just outside our house this morning, pup. It was curious. I walked the drive to meet them and they did not rush off. Instead they watched me. Unafraid.

One in particular did not take his eyes from me. The others calmly stretched. They ate in silence. Slowly picking at the grasses in the morning sun.

They have come to acknowledge your death, I thought to myself. They miss you as I do. No longer do you trot down their hill in chase, just to see the beauty of their flight.

It was peaceful. A display of solidarity and compassion. For minutes we said nothing. Then, I greeted them. “I know, he is gone,” I said. “And I miss him too.”

At this they began to turn away. Towards the pond they ambled, one-by-one, he being the last to rise. It was then that I saw it. The goose, whose eyes would not leave me, turned towards the water and began to walk. His gait was uneven. Just a slight limp. A lack of control. That’s when I knew. It was you, sweet pup.

Thank you, my pup. For everything. I love you to the ends of the earth—and you will be with me always.

2 Responses to “With Me Always”

  1. Lesley King says:

    Dear Liz,
    I’m so sorry. Just remember that his last days were unbelievably happy because of you. You were lucky to have him, and he was incredibly lucky to have found you.
    Warm wishes,

  2. I found your beautiful blog months ago. I just “stepped” back in to check on things. I’m so sorry you’ve lost your dear, dear pup. You (and he) have written so tenderly, lovingly about your relationship. I have two beloved dogs as well. My heart goes out to you.

    Warm regards,

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