I miss you Reason.

Three years ago today to the hour, Reason and I said goodbye. Her last two weeks were very hard for both of us. Neither of us wanted her to go.



I read some lines a while back in The Art of Racing in the Rain. A few paragraphs have been all I can bring myself to read so far, but it lies by my bedside ready for me when I am ready. The novel is written from the dog's point of view. Enzo was his name, and Denny was his human. Denny cared for Enzo as he became too old to care for himself. Denny gave Enzo permission to leave when he could see it was his time.

Enzo was thinking, "My life seems like it has been so long and so short at the same time. People ask of a will to live. They rarely speak of a will to die. Because people of afraid of death. Death is dark and unknown and frightening. But not for me. It is not the end."