Night before last, my BIG DOG passed from this life.
The Father of the dog I once used as my avatar.
Protection and drug-dog trained; he was too much for his handlers, so he came to me.
I was blessed by his Presence and Companionship.
Fifteen years and not a sick day in his life and I will miss my friend.
Buried Him next to his life-mate who passed on Dec. 27 of last year.
As He was a wolf-dog, he was buried with Tribal ritual; tobacco, flowers and meat at his burial.
His Son has now become the Alpha and it is funny; the four babies now roll, urinate and whine at the merest glance of the former "puppy"; all 135 lbs of him.
It is the Way Of Things and it is good.