A passing of a friend – cont’d

Yesterday, my pal Boomer crossed the Rainbow Bridge…

He was 14 and lived a great life.

We called him “Boomie” as well as a bunch of other
nicknames. We’ll miss him in the flesh, but we feel
his gentle presence in our Hearts.

He was my companion after Alex passed, he was my
meditation buddie, and he used to sit at my feet and
keep me warm and snuggly (especially on cold nights
and mornings).

His fluffy fur felt like a blanket of love.

My sincere thanks to the Castle family for taking
such great care of him over the years – especially
before he passed over.

We love you Boomie…!


P.S. A wonderful poem that crossed my path when
my Pal Alex moved on…

A Dog’s Prayer

Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me. Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.

Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps falls upon my waiting ear.

When it is cold and wet, please take me inside, for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to bitter elements. And I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth. Though had you no home, I would rather follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land, for you are my god and I am your devoted worshiper.

Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life should your life be in danger.

And, beloved master, should the great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest – and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew, my fate was ever safest in your hands.”