King !
You reflect your name dear King, a regal companion with a strength that was beyond human understanding. You survived a shot from a pellet gun but your body could no longer fight the cancer that had consumed you.
When you came into our arms we had hoped that the miracle of medicine could heal you, that your strength would return and we could support you as your body grew strong, yet this was not to be.
Though you did not have all the time with us that we had wished for dear King, we do know that you were comfortable and pain free on your last days here on earth. You were surrounded with love by two very special women on the day you passed and many shed tears for your physical passing but were grateful that you would now be at peace.
You touched us deeply, your gentle soul will never be forgotten.
Be free dear King, for you are loved.
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER
I give you this one thought to keep --
I am with you still – I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone –
