“Though she be but little, she is fierce…”
The emptiness of the house comes not from the lack of her physical body. But the gaping hole left by the absence of her personality. She never backed down from a fight. And her body bore a tapestry of scars and jagged lines writing of her exploits. One had only to run their fingers across her sides to feel the history of her combat. She fought…tooth, nail, and claw ‘til the very end. Against her greatest opponent, and one that far too many hounds have lost to. “She died that day because her body had served its purpose. Her soul had done what it came to do, learned what it came to learn, and then was free to leave.” —The Art of Racing In The Rain. She taught us what it meant to fight.
To battle.
To struggle.
To never quit. Be at peace. Without pain. May your scars be made whole. And reach your stride with ease. Find your Kane.
Find your Booth.
Stand side by side with Tempy and Ely.
