No daft titles here today.
A year has flown by since Lilu passed away. It is amazing how fast that seems to have gone. 8760 hours, that have ticked away without increasing speed, but in our minds, it seems like only yesterday we said goodbye to her and watched her silently pass from this world to the next, via the doggy rainbow that we have no access to.
All around we have our memories of her, on the walls, on the many bookcases, and I even have a tee shirt that has both Lilu and Harper (at 8 weeks old) on, which I have on today.
If I did not know better I would swear that Mazikeen is a reincarnation at times of Lilu. She has so many of the same mannerisms and the same spirit of adventure. Even the spiral staircase in the middle of the house was no obstacle to Lilu, and Mazikeen is the same, however, Harper puts her front paws on the first step and stands there waiting for us, never daring to climb even after watching the pup fly up and indeed when she was a pup herself watching Lilu go up, slowly as her walking was not the best after her spinal stroke, but she still wanted to go up, just for a potter about. But I know by the Buddhist cycle of reincarnation that it is not possible, as they say, saṃsāra is an endless cycle without pause or end unless liberation is achieved by insight and the extinguishing of desire.
A year on and we still miss her like mad, and now and again emotions stir, a tear is shed, but the fun times and great memories are in abundance. So I will leave you with a photo of her in one of her favourite places, the beach.