I saw this the other day online. It made complete sense to me as I feel this so very much,
amongst other things.
We have a secret you and I
That no one else shall know,
For who but I can see you lie
each night in the fireglow?
And who but I can reach my hand,
before we go To bed
And feel the living warmth of you
and touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
and see ahead of me,
Your small golden beauty, racing with the wind
so young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
In every burn I pass.
And when I call, no one but I
Can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown, but it’s beautiful.
The big empty Breagha sized space is not in any way receding yet. How is it possible that such a wee dog filled our hearts with so much love? How I would love to feel this soft , silky fur, with her own special smell against my skin.
Old picture from 2009 when indeed Breagha did ‘race the wind’ .