Of waves and willi-willis…
We scattered Milo’s ashes today.
Lest you not know who Milo is… he is/was my beloved fifteen year old Jack Russell terrier who died of cancer a month ago.
Milo the Magnificent
We scattered Milo’s ashes today.
Lest you not know who Milo is… he is/was my beloved fifteen year old Jack Russell terrier who died of cancer a month ago.
Milo the Magnificent
We often complained that Milo’s zest for life cost us money. Too many tales to relate on why that is so but it began with a fractured foreleg at eight weeks requiring plaster and a condom to keep it dry… and then moving to this most recent tragedy.
Somewhere in one of the Chronicles of Eirie, there is a statement by a male protagonist about love and the corollary of loss. I wish I could remember where it is because I haven’t the inclination to flick through the pages of three novels to find the line.
Until today I had a whole lifetime of horses. Since I was a young girl I’ve always ridden… had some wonderful times on horseback. In my twenties I owned a rather beautiful bay thoroughbred and between he and I we competed in dressage events and horseshows and had the odd success and some memorable times. In my thirties, I owned a handsome chestnut quarterhorse and found that no amount of strength was enough to control his exuberance.