Gutted, Grieving, Grateful
Jill slipped through the gate yesterday, under a full moon and after saying a proper good bye.
With her loss we find ourselves pet-less for the first time in 27 years.
I have no words, except to say: if you are very lucky, (VERY, very lucky) and somehow despite your shortcomings and faults — the universe rewards you with a perfect companion… This was Gillian.
My girl, my familiar.
Thank you for 16 perfect years. Happy hunting until we meet again.
2007 - 2023
P.S. I still can’t write about Blue, so please don’t interpret his loss as, in some way, less than. Six months later we still feel his absence every day.
