She was also, highly mobile right up until her rapid decline.
It has caused me to realise a lot about death, and I plan to write more when I find time. But I just want to talk about my dog Bess. My love.
I had the opportunity to tell her everything I wanted to say to her. She passed with no regrets from me. But it occurs to me that a dog can't speak English really, I think they can understand emotion fluently though.
But that I can write to you Bess, here and now. Because word wise you have as much ability dead as you did while alive so I thought I'd write you a letter.
Not even, it's this. I think Lana Del Rey is a talented lyricist, and with a few subtracted lines, this sums up perfectly what you meant to me Bess:
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
I think the greatest gift in life is to be surprised at just how much you love something. My recent work on mindfulness allowed me to really be present with you, we achieved something together that makes any escapist desires for a reunion in eternal paradise redundant. We had it, and how much paradise do you need?
The experience can never be taken away from me. And your passing now means that it cannot be tarnished ever. Only love can triumph. You have. I have.