My beautiful, sweet Sidney who died on Monday.
Eighteen years of her companionship and memories...
I believe Jim was weeping with me as she took her last breath.
Bailey has only known her for all of his 13 years,
I can tell he misses her.
Her remarkable friendship with a deer that lasted several years.
We who choose to surround ourselves with lives
even more temporary than our own live within a
fragile circle, easily and often breached.
Unable to accept its awful gaps,
we still would live no other way.
We cherish memory as the only certain immortality,
never fully understanding the necessary plan.
"The Once Again Prince"