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Long ago, by death, I lost a special companion dog. Her name was ‘Sasha.’ On a worst day, she never loved me less. Recently, another furry face passed from theis world, His name was ‘Sketchy‘. He was an observant lonner, stayed mostly silent and curious altogether; he was a cat. To wrap this up, I researched some lon ago writings, now for my furry friend ‘Sketchy’ heres to you buddy in heaven.

Age creeps as a fallen season, and the passing of love heals. Someday we might smile again, and reflect upon memories without sweltered teardrops.

Do not fret beyond your passing; it is the means of eternal affection.

Be joyful! Spaces of time will soon open pockets with swiftness, defending honor without vengeance.

Still, afar, remains a special companion, who softly severs a gentle heart, it is the only expression of truth that understood our love.

Therefore, this attachment I adorn and shall be missed. Your long-lasting expression is a face of genuine affection I shared each day.

What shall happen next? Shall there be joy, or sadness. Will prophesy upon white satin clouds chanti a symphony and drift in the rhapsody of its wind.

Be aware of each fallen season, it will accost passion, pain, and death, departing treasured memories , once upon a time that stirred emotions into a swift shaft of light.

Behold is a perpetual candle of love, seeking for your spirit and return within God’s mercy.

In loving memory: ‘Baby Sasha’and ‘Sketchy.’

‘Born from love in one fallen season; passed in a sphere of an autumn wind.’

‘Sasha’ was a white husky-lab, a giver of unconditional love and acceptance, as no human was capable in a time of my life. She offered many things I missed from childhood: A purpose for me to belong, and a need to care for her, and in return, the expression of  her love was greater than.

‘Sketchy‘ for the short term came into my life and with sickness departing within a short period. He was trustworthy of the love and care he had. At life’s end he knew it was time to say so long until we meet again. Each morning I look toward a kitchen counter top and remember how ‘Sketchy’ greeted me every day; I miss my silent little fried.

(Revised.,10/17/90, 10/14/2004, 10/17/2004, 10/23/2025).