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In one of the stars I shall be living. . . . And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend.

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

In one of the stars . . .

In one of the stars . . .

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Memorial 2013

World Animal Day

The NC State College of Veterinary Medicine selected this day to host a Kindred Companions Memorial Gathering. We came, those of us whose animals had been patients at the hospital, patients who are no longer with us.  

Some of us felt that we ought to come back to this campus to pay some sort of tribute to our animals. Something drew us back, despite the painful memories, the exquisite hope and despair that had once spilled out of every crevice of the place. We came back for those we had hoped would continue to beat the odds and for those who died without letting us know, for animals who left us last month and those who died years ago.

100 of us came back this October evening to grieve collectively, to find solace in mourning amongst strangers who understand our heartache and recognize our loss. We came because grieving the death of an animal does not have a place in the rituals of our society, because the ensuing despair can feel as though it is barely acknowledged. The Gathering gave us a ritual, our solemn aura expressed our gratitude.

Last Will and Testament

. . . of an Extremely Distinguished Dog

I Silverdene Emblem O’Neill (familiarly known to my family, friends and acquaintances as Blemie),  because the burden of my years and infirmities is heavy upon me, and I realize the end of my life is near, do hereby bury my last will and testament in the mind of my Master.  He will not know it is there until after I am dead.  Then, remembering me in his loneliness, he will suddenly know of this testament, and I ask him then to inscribe it as a memorial to me.

I have little in the way of material things to leave.  Dogs are wiser than men.  They do not set great store upon things. They do not waste their days hoarding property.  They do not ruin their sleep worrying about how to keep the objects they have, and to obtain the objects they have not.  There is nothing of value I have to bequeath except my love and my faith.  These I leave to all those who have loved me, to my Master and Mistress, who I know will mourn me most.  But if I should list all those who have loved me it would force my Master to write a book.  Perhaps it is vain of me to boast when I am so near death, which returns all beasts and vanities to dust, but I have always been an extremely lovable dog. Read more…

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