Today I got lucky, the light was just right to capture my dear old dog Jack. Jack is a very, very special dog. When we were first given Finns diagnosis I lived away from family, I had a hand full of friends and a couple of patient neighbors. I was in a place that I didn't grow up and had no roots (I guess, I was a bit lost). It was exceptionally hard. Finn was incredibly sick and I felt I had no one (out side of my immediate family) to help or understand the grief that comes with having a disabled child. Reality was setting in that Finn would not "grow out of it" or "catch up".
In the most private of moments I would sit out on the deck, with tears flowing and no energy to wipe them away. Without fail Jack would quietly sneak up and put his paw on my knee. The most softest of gestures which gave the greatest comfort. I never wanted to share the raw grief with any one, those moments were kept private and personal but you see I was never on my own, he was always there. Just waiting.......
I am in a much better place now, Finn is happy and healthy and we now have Asha who is a total "free-radical". We live amongst family, (my sisters are still away, I hope they will come home soon) and a extended community that are just sensational. We have a brilliant group of friends who love us just the way we are "warts-n-all" and I must say I love them too.
I guess I have written Jacks eulogy before he is gone, because on the day he goes, I fear I would not be able to write, not even a little bit.
It has been the "perfect" day for a "perfect" picture of a "perfect" old dog.