加樂黑帶著米樂教授的心和愛悄悄的走了

加樂黑悄悄的走了..........

Now to Gallahad:


Last Silence, Still Silent


Gallahad


Gallant heart.
More gallant, more brave, more kind, more good than any friend has ever been.
I adopted him in the worst of times for me.
They were difficult for him too.
I did not realize he was my best and the only friend I saw daily.
But he welcomed me and the family became whole 13 years ago.
I had always had a dream of a dog who would love, protect, be gentle,
and always be within two yards of me, always at my feet --
Except when his mischief made me laugh -- then he was glued to a wall
and furtively hiding.
Every man has a dream dog.
Mine was white, handsome, humorous, and full of life and eccentricity.
I found that dog, and he found me and there will never be another for
me: He was the one soul, my true friend, in these trying years....
But true friends always meet again, I am sure this soul will find me or I him.
I hope he is running and happy with life in a better place.


He, the most gallant heart, he will be remembered as a hero, by his
many friends and his loved ones ... and the angels and gods, if they
exist at all, will remember him as a hero forever. Enjoy where you are
Gallahad, your goodness will follow you, as will I, and I will call
you, when I miss you, which will be often, with love.


I awoke to find he had died.
We carried him into a small humble coffin, wrapped in white cloth,
with incense, and primordial chants
I had to check twice to see were he alive
His face was angelic, alive
But, no.
Even having left the body, he radiated humility, sweetness, life, beauty.


In that poignantly small box. I shall never forget that sight. So royal was he.


He was my dear friend.
I felt friends, family, jobs slip away -- but he was my friend every
day -- there was no Dog's or Master's Day


In that cardboard humble small box, good-by.


I prayed, I honored, but I just miss him more.


This is my father's day, today;


And it is a day of rest.

But I will visit and it will be more than a few times a year, and we
will talk of things that matter to us. But silence is golden, white.


This is my genuine Sabbath. I hope ...