Goodbye, Kylie

The passing of time makes us all aware of growing older… and the time is shorter and seems to go faster for our non-human friends. This weekend I got news that my border collie back in Cape Town had died at the ripe old age of thirteen. Of course, I haven't seen her for seven years (except for over the internet) and so I already said my goodbyes a long time ago. But hearing of her death reminded me of what a great dog she was - funny, clever, energetic - and what a joy it was to have her for those seven years in Cape Town. I hope that one day I can have the blessing of owning a border collie again.