Last week we farewelled our lovely friend, Mac.
He was not our dog. He belonged to our neighbours.
But he was one of the most beautiful dogs
that I have ever known and I will miss him dearly.
He lived across the road but he was always at our place.
His family worked full-time and so he was always about.
The boys who had once played with him are now grown up
and I think that he was a bit lonely when we first met him.
Over the past year we all became the best of friends.
Whenever I'd stroll these four acres, he'd be at my heels
and at night he'd patrol our border (as well as his own)
and give the resident fox hell, I am sure.
And Ari loved Mac as much as a boy has ever loved a dog.
It doesn't feel the same to be out in the garden now.
And the path that he had worn, running from his door to ours,
has already grown over with new grass and wildflowers.
Oh how sadly he is missed.
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