Today marks the fifth anniversary of the death of my best friend and constant companion for nearly 13 years.  I helped Jake to rest, on a day just like today, after a long battle with kindey failure.  It was snowing out lightly, definitely winter in every respect. 

It came as a bit of a shock when I saw this note in my calendar today.  Five years!  It feels like just yesterday, and yet a life time ago.  I have stopped thinking about Jake’s death for some time. Now I think about his life, and our life together.  I still miss him.  I always will.  I know he will always be with me, part of me, and that I am who I am because of him.  But that doesn’t make it any easier.  I guess that is what life is about: loving, losing, and carrying on.


 We have a secret, you and I

that no one else shall know,

for who but I can see you lie

each night in the fire glow?

And who but I can reach my hand

before we go to bed

and feel the living warmth of you

and touch your silken head?

And only I walk woodland paths

and see ahead of me,

your small form racing with the wind

so young again, and free.

And only I can see you swim

in every brook I pass

and when I call, no one but I

can see the bending grass.

 —Author unknown