I am sorry to say this comes late. Sometimes I just can’t find the words. A knot still forms in my throat when I force myself to dwell. It is hard to believe that our friends have passed on. The summer comes to us as if it has never left and we bid a painful farewell to yet two more friends.
I find that the words do not come to me so easily. I want so eloquently to say my goodbyes as they did live…
Charbonneau or Beau if you will as known to your family and friends. What can I say…you lead a wild and elusive life among the trees on the back 20. Not many sanctuary visitors had the pleasure of your level gaze. We shall think of you often.
Alas they traveled together to the great forest. Free to roam as two males should, seeking pleasure as they see fit. In my minds eye when the night is quiet I see you running as only now you can. Leaping and frolicking on trails long gone your family in your wake howling and laughing. Wait! Wait!