This past Tuesday morning at around 3:45am I sat next to my beloved retired guide dog, Achilles, as he took his last breath. I’m not a big crier, but I shed more than a few tears. We were outside the house on the side of the driveway, near some trees. I had taken him out after he’d had an accident
Outside the rain droplets fall my dear Inside the rain few know what’s therea tiny universe in every onetraveling to the earth just to nurture heras she deserves So is the journey of Soul my dear coming from high, seeming to disappear but we have come to bring the rain while remembering what amazing heights from which we came Sing