Little Hols had a sweet and gentle nature and was much loved by all who encountered her. She will be greatly missed.
I wrote these verses a couple of years ago and publish them today as a tribute to her and in thanks for the joy she brought us.
|Holly Fleming at Bordeaux Bay|
Waking, my hand falls on warm fur:
a small rib-cage rising, falling,
as breath goes on doing its work.
We are connected, she to me,
by synchronous breathing; by love,
on my part; on hers, obedience.
Now fifteen years, I hold her close,
gently as when she was a pup,
skin-and-bones, promising nothing.
A good dog, demanding only
a clean, warm bed; small kindnesses.
Fortune, grant her sleep, untroubled.
|Holly with Jane in Tuscany 2014|