Received some news today that had me in tears. Tears of sorrow, anger and of frustration. My Aunt Janey has received another blow. I last met her at my niece's wedding in July where she took the dance floor by storm with her moves, her energy and her obvious joy. This from a woman in her 70s who lost her only daughter a year before that. Her grief was put aside on that dance floor and she told me how much she had enjoyed herself that day.
Aunt Janey lives a few hundred miles from us. When I was at her house on the day of my cousin's funeral, I recall talking to her about her two companion dogs. Aunt Janey is a widow, her two sons married and living in different states.She told me she walked them twice a day. She makes sure she obtains the city licences for her dogs every year.
Aunt Janey's 15 year old dog died peacefully in her sleep two months ago. She was sad but glad the dog did not suffer.
On Saturday, Aunt Janey went to her gate with her remaining dog Spunk for their morning walk, his licence on his collar. She realised she had forgotten the stuff to clean up after Spunk on their walk, told Spunk to stay and went back in. She came back out shortly to see Spunk running in terror being pursued by dog shooters in a lorry. She next hears a gunshot and knows what has happened. She rushes down her road to at least take the body of her beloved Spunk but they have taken it away. All she sees is his blood.
Aunt Janey took care of Spunk and Spunk took care of Aunt Janey, a perfect "symbiotic' relationship between a human and another of God's creatures. It was ended by a cruel act of cowards.
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