3-21-96 — 2-5-12
He lived a full live and he was old when he died.
Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.
In the midst of death, we are in life.
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3 thoughts on “The end of an era”
I’m so sorry. Our furry friends leave a hole when they go.
Oh no. I am so sorry to hear of Volterra’s passing. I am sure he enjoyed to the fullest extent his official status as a curmudgeon these last few years. It is never the right time to lose a dear friend of any species, but at least you know that you did the best for him.
Thank you. Yes, he was sure he was top dog right to the end. He never noticed me glare at Pippa to make her respect his space.
I still look around thinking, Where’s Volterra? It’s too cold for him to still be outside . . . and then of course I remember.
But at least this time I had a whole year to become accustomed to the idea. And he wasn’t uncomfortable until right at the very end.