From Phyllis Troia and Richard Wickendon, 11/16/19
This is our beautiful Jamie Boy, found in the woods to be with us, who Ellie let stay as long as he followed her rules, who barked at overpasses on road trips, who swam after ducks never catching one, who loved the orange cat on Clark Road, who protected us from burglars that winter night, who danced for dinner and slept with feet in the air, who slipped into the woods when we weren’t looking, who helped Grace heal, who bellowed comments during teleconferences, who hated Benny the Jack Russell, chased squirrels and who wanted me all to himself. For Jamie, always happy, always charming, always determined, always the homebody, nothing was better than being home, having dinner, sleeping in his own bed and being loved forever.
Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form. Rumi – Poet (1207 – 1273)
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”
(A.A. Milne)
