An Irish Blessing
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine upon your face,
May the rains fall soft upon your fields,
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
~ Origin Unknown ~
"Death, to a dog, is the final unavoidable compulsion,
the last ineluctable scent on a fearsome trail,
but they like to face it alone,
going out into the woods, among the leaves . . .
enduring without sentimental human distraction
the Last Loneliness,
which they are wise enough to know
cannot be shared by anyone."
~ James Thurber ~