There were 12 of us in all, gathered in the rain with little light left in the day, some of us shedding tears and some of us silent in remembrance. Yesterday I attended the burial of a beloved friend and pet. My brother’s dog had spent 13 wonderful years touching our lives and sadly it was her time to pass.
My brother’s lilacs are the darkest purple you have ever seen and they were slowly cut and laid out for each person to gently toss down as a last parting gift and sign of love for the girl that we all knew. It is a true sign to this wonderful companion and a show of the truest friendship that so many came on a Friday night to show support and respect for a pet that was so much a part of all of our lives that the now empty house, usually so full of life and hope, is left hollow for the time being.
My brother shoveled the first bit of dirt upon the grave with my husband at his side and as time passed each man among us took a turn to stand beside my brother and help in his most painful task.
With love and sadness, we will not forget you, your gentle spirit and the joy you spread among us!
