yet not farewell. Where I go, ye too shall dwell.
I am gone, before your face, a moment’s time, a little space.
When ye come where I have stepped, ye will wonder why ye wept.”
Our beautiful Loulou, the gentlest soul I ever met and yet always so bold. You faded so suddenly in the end at the grand age of 18 years and nine months. What a privilege it was to spend all those years with you, and how we miss you now.
6 October, 2012
We thought you were indestructible, and you very nearly were. But in the end it was just one blow too many. Run free old fellow, we will miss you...
15 November, 2007