per amica silentia lunae

or, across the ferny brae with the evil voodoo celt

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Judy-dog
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evcelt
Papa Legba, Guardian of the Gate
You who travel with dogs, open the gate.
Mighty Anubis, Lord of the Sacred Land, hear me.
Wepwawet, Companion of the Soul, hear me.
Bran and Sceolang, Hounds of Fionn, hear me.
Blessed St. Roch, patron saint of dogs, hear me.


Accept Your child Judy Bats into Your presence.  Bless her and heal her and keep her.  Guide her off into Outbakistan to walk the land like Caine... maybe she'll finally catch a squirrel,,, maybe she'll know what to do with it when she does...

She was a good dog. Let that be known through all the worlds.

It was no surprise, really.  She was getting slow and creaky and confused, starting to dwindle away, and we knew that we wouldn't have her when we got back to the cabin this spring.  She took a sudden decline this past week, and this evening it was manifestly clear that it was time to send her off into death.  She was surrounded by love and was in no pain when she went.

It hurts, and it will for a while, but we'll be all right.

Hail and farewell, Judy.  We'll miss you.
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Sorry for the loss; heartfelt sympathies.

Sorry for your loss, she was a good dog.

Hail to the traveler.

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