My Friend now sits at the right hand of the Hunting God, Strong and proud with bright eyes, ears upright to every sound. Healthy and strong. Her cold ,wet nose Breathing deeply of the deep wood. Many stories told on the wind of Bird, Beast and Hound. My Ancestors gather round her, Bowing deeply in Honour to this quiet Hero, Who has Guarded me and mine and now walks the shadow . Tonight I lost my friend Missy. A rescued dog who saved my life on three separate occasions. After a long battle with cancer she finally said Good Bye. I pen these words for her. So little for what she has given me. In my arms I kissed her head as she sighed her final breath. I love you my loyal friend. Wait for me at the bridge of swords, and we shall cross together
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 10:48:48 +0000
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