My darling Oberon. There you are.
How can it be seven years since you drifted up and out? When I close my eyes you are here.I feel your wafty fur and sinewy muscles. I smell your soft dogginess that is only yours. I hear your puffy breathing and padding paws. I see your melty shining eyes that see and know everything. I feel your heart.
Thank you for choosing me on that Mother’s Day in Colorado. Thank you for saving Norman’s life as we travelled that path that we travelled. Thank you and Bless you, our darling.