I had to put my sweet Raven to rest on the 11th; he was 13 years old. He was a gentle, warm soul and it was my privilege to be there when he crossed over. Since Raven’s passing, I haven’t gone a minute without thinking about him. I wonder whether I’ll ever get over this. The last two evenings, I’ve been going on our nightly walk with him joining me in spirit. I’ve carried his collar and a picture in my jacket pocket as I follow our regular route and rest stops. I feel so lucky to have experienced life with such a precious friend. I miss you immensely my friend, but I’m glad that you’re now pain-free.