While trying to do the right thing and live, two often diametrically opposed conditions, I feel we got it right by sending our beloved and final Blyss borzoi to the end of his journey. He was telling us in his own way that it was time.
I acutely feel his loss. He was a gift, a precious prize of joy every day. He loved me unconditionally, as I did him.
When I made “mistakes” in managing his care, he always forgave me. He stayed on the longest after my husband died, wanting to be sure I was happy, settled, and well. He accomplished his final goal.
With his death, I returned him to those proverbial “Steppes” of which all borzoi are a part, a place we can only try to imagine yet it has formed their souls. They return there in death to be made well and whole and truly happy again. I know I will find them there – Paris and Opal – in my own time.