Was always there to take care of me. When I broke my leg, when I cried, she was there in my lap, kissing my face, guarding me, always beside me.
She guarded the grandchildren
swimming in the creek,
even as a puppy.
No going out deeper than your knees the first summer!
Summers later, "Swim boys!"
"But remember I am here to take care of you."
Walking back through our pastures
she would rush back down to count people. Was anyone left? "Let me be sure." "I won't come home until all people are safe, tucked up and accounted for." "Look at me." "I can sweep the cloth napkins off of the dining room table." And yes, guard the kindling for the wood stove, put up your bamboo knitting needles... "I just might, just might, make the whole mess disappear."
We were and are blessed to have her. I am eternally grateful. And I am bereft.
Would that I was as poetic as Lord Byron on the death of his Newfoundland. best to all, e.
I live in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. I am a wife, mother of two, grandmother to three, and companion to two Newfoundland dogs, one feral cat and ten chickens. We have a wholesale nursery and grow many Japanese Maples.
It's a good life!