Her last day
The vet came to put an end to the cancer
In her leg and lungs
But Chloe made the most of it
Splashing in the river she loves
Following Lucien as he pulls in the sparkling fish
She seems to know
And chose a place by the big cottonwood,
At the edge of the wild.
We effort to catch up
Deep feelings to integrate
What is raw – from all the life
That wants it’s chance to heal
Lines up to be healed
And is.
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Lucien and his dad and grandfather dig the grave
Forcing the living to take deep breaths of air
digging soil, silt and cobbles.
This is our life
And sitting in my rocking chair at dusk,
Her grave is part of the view
And I say something funny to John
About the mortal coil
-not for the faint of heart.
This is our life.
her soup pot 
This is our life!!! I’d love to give one of your watercolors of Chloe to Lulu:) xx
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Oh dear Chloe! I was in town when I saw this and said a prayer for her to be at peace on her journey to the Milky Way. When I drove home I said another prayer as I drove through the Jemez valley where Chloe was born. A place of fire and lava. She had a generous spirit and reminded us all of unconditional love. I will miss seeing and being with her when I visit. But she is at peace now and belongs to the universe. Still I know it is not easy for the family. Sending prayers and love. Sandra
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Sounds like a joyous death for Chloe. You are all so loving to set it up for her. Helping our dear ones go in ease is a great gift.
Sorry for your loss…Chloe is riding the wind.
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