Dear Ms Goddess in Charge of the Meadow of Royals in Heaven;
We implore you to accept our Best Friend with all the dignity and grace that she brought to our four-legged world.
We ask that you remember her as we do – a light touch to our head when we were confused or anxious, a long ramble in those grey-misted, great green vales when we could no longer make sense of the swirl of the world, when we needed to bury our noses in long swaths of grasses, drink long gullaps from the cold streams, wavery with fish-fry and pollywogs.
We want to say that she was required to think about the Big Issues and the Small Details all at once – that she had to preserve not only the dignity of Her Office but help those who came to her to do the same. She never missed a beat, even when she herself was beat and tired and only wanted to saddle up and ride out and throw sticks, but instead had to gather her pearls and special hat, make sure the correct emblems were packed in those velvet bags and go out in a carriage or coach or special car to greet the people, to help the world feel a little bit better, even in the worst of times. You know as well as any of us that there were both worst times and grand times.
In this way she was a True Leader, a person set forward to do more than keep herself intact; she was obliged to keep everyone who looked at her intact and whole too. In this, some days, of course, were better than others.
But we, her best buddies, we knew her best and we send her to you with our hearts aching, our furry necks yearning for her touch - but knowing she will be the best you could ever wish for.
Emma, Fell Pony and Muick and Sandy, Corgis.
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