One of the most enduring friendships in history – dogs and their people, people and their dogs.
My wife of 57 years was buried today beside our son, who died in 1941 as a result of a truck accident when he was hitchhiking to take a job. She has longed for him all these years, and now she is with him. I know they are embraced in happiness.
It is very painful to love someone and believe you cannot be with them.
Friendship among men is always part war, something learned from childhood.
Always there was a moment – a quick slip of time – when the sun broke free of the trees and bled from its yolk, spilling in red-orange rivers over the silk.