Sarah, esteemed friend and dog, died quietly sometime between 1 & 3 am Wednesday. We should all be as blessed with a quiet death.
As is meet and right she left a small pee offering and a string of broken hearts . She left when it was time. She was a class act.
All is well.
Before her burial by the tomato plants, which should do remarkably well next year, I laid her down on a board and took a cyanotype of her shadow. As she lay in the sun while the paper was exposed, I though she looked as if perhaps she was headed off to some new field where the pickings are easy and the wasp never stings. I think maybe she did just that.
"Not farewell, but fare forward, Voyager."