To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. ~ Mary Oliver "In Blackwater Woods"
*this was written in December following the passing of our sweet Jazz
Daddy carried you inside from the sunny spot in the front yard grass
Where after a happy walk, you effortlessly made your graceful transition.
He gently placed you atop your soft blanket.
We lit sacred candles and thanked you for sharing your life with us,
Marveling with appreciation that you remained a puppy at 13 1/2.
He softly played the Tibetan singing bowl and
I anointed your dalmatian spots with lavender oil and warm teardrops.
We each honored you with a blessing.
Cradling your soft paws in our hands,
We sang you love songs.