It’s harder than I thought. Maybe I’ve become soft with age. More likely however, he’s been a special companion for a little while. He rode shotgun with me, up and down the Hume, when I worked in Canberra. We explored the paths and trails in the hood together, occasionally over a long trek. We journeyed much together.

I miss him already. Heaps. I feel much sadness.

Goodbye, Scruff.

An Evening Walk

Today, we say goodbye to Scruffi, aka LBJ. You’ve journeyed more with me than any other furry friend I have ever had.

Fare thee well…

Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie.
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.