wo-man’s best friend

That rascally dog came to me just after I lost Gilligan, the wonder dog, not very long after I had lost my oldest son. 

I could not fathom more pain, more grief. 

Angus McAngus  looked like TOTO and I let him into my ❤️ just  5 days after Gilligan died outside my bedroom door. My youngest son held him for hours before letting him rest.  Gilligan was 17 -1/2 and I loved him beyond words. Angus was the same age. 

Afterwards I drove home, racked with sobs and eyes burning from tears.i held him in my arms up until the last…”you are a good boy,” I sobbed; ” go find Gilligan!”

I rose to leave- feeling ten years older. 

Author: Nancilynn

Poetess, memoir writing, essays about life; these are the things I write about. I also love to cook, so you'll likely find a recipe or two in this blog. I am passionate about Nature and family, so from time to time I will share pictures-with or without poetry.

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