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loving and letting go - by Nix 🕊 - starting from nix

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Before I left home in January I said my goodbye to my dog of 15 years, Lola, because I knew it would be her last year. She passed last night. Lola was a presence of true sweetness and lightness. In life we come across many companions who will help us on our journeys, will accompany us through change. Some stay for longer than others. I once read somewhere, what is grief, if not love persevering? The passage of time is swift. I’d like to think everyone in my life will be here forever. I think often if I could just keep this moment with me, if I could freeze it, I would. The deep russets and greens and subterranean blues of the landscape, the bend of midnight that feels like it’ll stretch on forever. The gentle smattering of light across the face of someone I care for. The curve of your cheek, your laugh. The dinners, the conversations, the childhood homes, the interiors warm and orange-hued, soft and familiar, the bodies of water, the forests. I used to wake up and see Lola every day. P

Henry Stuart Before I left home in January I said my goodbye to my dog of 15 years, Lola, because I knew it would be her last year. She passed last night. Lola was a presence of true sweetness and lightness. In life we come across many companions who will help us on our journeys, will accompany us through change. Some stay for longer than others. I once read somewhere, what is grief, if not love persevering? The passage of time is swift. I’d like to think everyone in my life will be here forever. I think often if I could just keep this moment with me, if I could freeze it, I would. The…

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