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The
day before her last day was an especially nice one: a short
walk in the Park, an hour of brushing there, a few 10-foot retrieves
of her ball; we were together there a full two hours.
I'm sorry she hadn't had strawberries and cream after dinner that
last night. She'd been getting those rather a lot after
diagnosis of her heart conditions. In former times it had been
a "birthday only" treat. At least, she had a very
special rib bone, the kind with lots of meat, the "two bucks a
pound" kind.
The
hole she leaves behind is size "Extra Large" like her
heart. No more wondering where Maddy is, if she's sleeping,
where's Maizey and is everyone safe in case Maddy wakes up.
After
she died, we went away for the week to escape her absence. She
wasn't at our country place either where she had always had such a
super fine time. When we got home to the City of Saint
Francis, she wasn't here, only the great lack of her was. So I
went to the vet's and picked up her pine box and paid her last bill.
Next
day, Maizey and I went to the Park; you must care for the
living, shattered spirit or no. A Raven came and laughed and
swirled his great black wing in a near salute. Maddy was a
"raven" kind of girl. Raven''s my totem, too.
Was Maddy telling me she was okay, that all was well?
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