My heart is so broken that my fingers can barely type the words:
our sweet Jones is at peace
and we begin our unique journey of mourning and celebrating
his beautiful, hilarious and willful life.
He was the only animal I've ever known
who solely belonged to us as we belonged to him.
When visitors came, be they family or friends he was always cordial (with the exception of peeing in one visitor's suitcase, good Lord I was so mortified)
but it was Anthony and I who were given the fullness of his heart and his magnificence.
When the house was empty of guests and the last car had pulled away
he would give us tons of headbutts and cuddle in close
as if to say, "Finally, I get you both to myself again."
Like so many gorgeous young things with huge charisma and passion
in massive supply,
he burned hard and fast
for us to show him
the years of love we have to give.
When I think of our grief I feel very sorry for myself, for Anthony...
but when I think of his soul
I feel like the space around my heart is miles wide
and blue as his eyes...
as the sky.