“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Goodbye to a friend
Almost ten years ago we took Dakota in through an Akita rescue organization. He had been mistreated in his first home, and all he ever wanted and needed was someone who loved him and let him be part of their family.
Over the years I watched him go from hyper almost-puppy, to his last few months of trouble walking, climbing stairs and other signs of old age. He adapted to sharing space with a bossy cat who was there first, to the arrival of two munchkins who would crawl, poke, pull tails, and kiss him goodnight, and to the horror of having to share his backyard with my work dog.
Through it all he still felt I was the most amazing person in his world, and would pine if I was away for longer than he felt proper. Even last night he just wanted to spend some time with his head in my lap, getting his ears scratched, and knowing he was loved.
Today Dakota's time was through. I lay him to rest in a patch of woods, where hopefully no one will bother him, and he can be surrounded by nature.
I'll miss you my friend. Thank you for sharing some of your days with me.