Tea With Me: 20th February, 2021 Saturday
For Fernhill’s Colin, 16th November, 2010- 17th February, 2021
So…tis the season it would seem.
That grand guy. The pup he was. The one of two who wouldn’t leave the crate upon arrival in the foreign land of sunshine and grass. Oh but when he did, he snuggled right away. And once secured a pair or two of loving arms, he ventured forth to feel his world.
I have been blessed, oh yes. So much. But these young pups 10 years ago discovering their winging legs across the ground gave me road I had not found before and opened up a brand new path for me. Changed my life indeed. I am so grateful.
He was with me but a scant nine months as a growing pup. I remember the moment his racing engine took him past his sister pup who always left him in her dust. A dear Deer memory as in that instant he wrote the ask to let him go to those who would carry him to racing cross the land.
And I did. He went to Kris and Bayard, that grand duet who Deered and knew just how his legs should pound the tracks of all his beloved racing games.
He lived. He loved. He ran. He went across the USA with Kris and Bayard who adored and tended him so dearly. I saw him last three years ago this spring. He ripped the World in pieces to greet me and damn near ended my ability to walk. We hadn’t seen eachother for years, but his Deer Heart had me seeded deep with in. Oh his love. His great big love.
He traveled far and wide to race and greet all those people and dogs and never met a one he did not love.
What a Grand Good Dog. He did so well. He gave his love and joy in every beat of the engine Heart to everything he did. From pounding speed to gentle stranger greetings and helping Bayard eat ice cream. What a grand good dog.
It was that cursed bone thing that comes too often for these lovely long legged ones who cannot not own speed. They want the Wind, these wingless earthbound birds. I imagine The Gods creating those who grew too big to fly would have their legs instead ofwings. But flight is not an earthbound thing, eh.
He left three days ago. That bone thing, jealous of his wind, had come to anchor him back to earth. His passing, ushered soft by all the Hearts who oh so finely had tended him through all his joys. He had so many.
My tears, they are so grateful for having been so loved. Another of those fine fine Hearts released to Ethers in this time of Strange. I feel them in the Ether touching me with loving plea, “Do not weep for we are always in your heart and so are always here.”
Tea was black and creamed.
Ta.
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