thank you, stanley

We said goodbye to our elder whippet, Stanley, a few weeks back. We knew it was coming. Kidneys. Age. He was such a loving and loyal pup. A few evenings ago we scattered some of his ashes on the ridge overlooking the valley. Some were carried in the direction of deer across the valley. He loved to chase deer, if he could. We didn’t let him, of course, but once or twice he managed it all the same. We brought the rest of his ashes home. We will scatter them in the garden when we plant our new dogwood tree.