As I said in my post before - it has not been a great year for the Heberleins. We've lost some people that were lost too soon.. And while you may argue that they are better for it, in their absence we are not.It just so happened that another political blog I read, Andrew Sullivan, had to say goodbye to his beloved beagle this week. I can't even imagine that right now - or when I try (even when I read the story) I'm reduced to tears. Even so - some of what he says sticks with me, even this quote by Dean Koontz:
Dogs’ lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you’re going to lose a dog, and there’s going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can’t support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There’s such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illusions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusionsI may not have a dog, but everything he says is exactly the same for cats - or really any animal that you form a connection with. Anyway, it touched me, so thought I'd share.