Emma Joy Princess, Guardian of the Present Moment, my exquisite little Coton De Tulear puppy, died this morning in my arms minutes after a freak car accident on our beloved morning walk. She was three years and ten months old.
My son Colin and I buried her in my back yard with her favorite toy.
It turns out that the post I wrote on July 4th, that included Emma’s parade as an Ambassador of Love, was her requiem.
I don’t know when I will return to this blog. It may be my salvation; it may simply slip my mind.
I feel her being expanding as I write this. Huge, full of light, she came here to experience the full sensuality of this beautiful Earth in a tiny, athletic, balletic body while touching hundreds of peoples’ lives. To everyone, young and old, she exuded love and joy and sensitivity.
Emma was my soul companion.
For the past three days, my gratitude for her constant presence has been unusually full and deep. Now I know why.