Clifford

The Old Guard…

This is a sacred time at our house. An elder has gone to ground and cannot stand any longer. He has been the leader of our pack for years, he is the last of the old guard. Things slow down and speed up and slow down again as I work to clean up after him, to keep him comfortable until his final vet visit tomorrow evening. There is still work to do between the love and the tears and the breakdowns…there is quiet acceptance, there is pain. and in all this, a sacred understanding that life and its cycle are a beautiful and painful experience, a blessing to be acknowledged.

We love you Clifford. You are surrounded by love. Your spirit pack awaits you in the Summerland. I can feel them gathering to guide you home.

 

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