A week has passed since Rose was put down, and time changes the shape and scope and feeling of things. Life has moved like a stream around her and reformed. There is a lot more to write about – the other dogs,  a beautiful communication with Jeannie Lindheim, my thoughts on how we live, how we die.

I’m used to the new rythyms. Walking outside without Rose, and I no longer have the sense of being watched and/or herded wherever I went on the farm. Simon, her nemesis, looks for her every now and then, I think. So does Lenore. I’ll write more about this. I am moving forward. Lots to do, lots to live. But I intend to write about Rose’s life in one form or another – trying to figure out what farm. I learned this week how powerful a notion Rose is and much she touched the hearts and souls of people. I guess I didn’t know that. I will not forget it now.