My dear faithful readers,
Owen passed away Sunday morning. Sometime around dawn, in his own bed at his dad’s, in his sleep. I am so heartbroken no words can express. No amount of understanding or wisdom gained over the years eases this endless tide of grief.
I intend to share more when I can bear to. I leave you for now with a couple of photos of what I think of as Angus’ goodbye to Owen, just over a week before he died. Unusually tender moments of hair stroking, cuddling and kisses on the nose that continued through most of the evening. As he was many times in the past few months, Owen was in his glory.