These things have not been changed,
not in three hundred years.
-John Peale Bishop
On the November Book of Hours calendar page, a peasant is throwing sticks into the trees, knocking down oak mast to fatten up his pigs. It's that sweet-faced, patient dog in the corner that touches me this morning.
My brother Dave's Golden Retriever reached the end of her fine, long life yesterday. Lucy was golden on the outside, but she also had a golden, gentle heart. It just won't seem like a family holiday without Lucy "helping" me in the kitchen! I used to sneak her big pieces of turkey skin when Dave wasn't looking (the aftermath was his problem ;-)
And how many people can say they've had a smile on their face for 13 years? Like all our good pets, Lucy reminds us what's important: Take each day as the gift it is. Never worry. Tomorrow doesn't exist. Fuzzy toys rock. Dinner and a walk with the person you love is the highlight of the day. And when you find warm, soft grass-- roll.
Lucy will be missed by everyone who knew her.
not in three hundred years.
-John Peale Bishop
On the November Book of Hours calendar page, a peasant is throwing sticks into the trees, knocking down oak mast to fatten up his pigs. It's that sweet-faced, patient dog in the corner that touches me this morning.
Lucy
February 12, 2000 - October 31, 2013
And how many people can say they've had a smile on their face for 13 years? Like all our good pets, Lucy reminds us what's important: Take each day as the gift it is. Never worry. Tomorrow doesn't exist. Fuzzy toys rock. Dinner and a walk with the person you love is the highlight of the day. And when you find warm, soft grass-- roll.
Lucy will be missed by everyone who knew her.
What we have once enjoyed
we can never lose;
All that we love deeply,
becomes a part of us.
-Helen Keller
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