I'm not sure how I'm feeling, but I will try to explain the best I can.
It has been 4 days since Silver has been gone. It feels like it has been an eternity.
I feel her spirit here and yet I can feel her in the grave.
Losing Brut was like a hole blown through my gut. Losing Silver has been like a cold wind blowing through my body.
I am feeling and yet I am numb to the loss.
So many things I wish to understand, yet it all makes sense.
She was not well those last few days. The cancer had taken over. Yet she remained fairly alert and alive. It was still a tough decision.
On Silver's last trip outside, Zappa and Fiona came over to their mother and each nosed her.
Her last few hours she lead the Howling Chorus in a song. Everyone joined in. I was finally able to capture it on film.
And when it came her time, the dogs sang their goodbye to Silver. It was beautiful.
It feels like a legacy is over. The foundation of which the 24 Paws of Love were built on are gone. It is still hard to comprehend Momma Dog Silver and Daddy Dog Brut are gone. Yet, somehow it still feels like a beginning. The beginning of something beautiful that will carry their legacy on because we will always be the 24 Paws of Love.
Current blog look inspired by, dedicated to, and in memory of Brut. The studded star of the 24 Paws of Love.