Burial of an era... an ode to a friend

This discussion is not political. This discussion is not funny. This discussion will involve no cut-up dramatics. This discussion deals only with the cycle of life and the scars that it leaves on the living. Sorry for dirty melancholy mouth that I have. Nobody needs that this time of year. Nonetheless it is brought upon us. The chill of winter has delivered what it delivers best.

With that delivery, many, many happy memories are archived... she was a regal and noble alpha until the end. Their exists rarely a thing that is more soothing to the soul than unconditional companionship.


It's over now. She's gone. She only left my side once; her loyalty only waning at the moment of her last breath. Gem, loved until she had no more life left. Gem, loved by many. Gem, rest in peace. The cold February wind cuts deep. All things must pass.