Will you indulge me in just one more post about Kruger, the dear family member we lost this week? A few months after we welcomed Kruger to our household last year, I began following the journey of another senior fellow by the name of Will. Just a year ago, Will joined Tom Ryan and his remarkable friend Atticus, whose story was told in the book Following Atticus. Their book was the subject of one of my early blog posts. The joyful process of Will rediscovering himself has been lovingly documented through the Following Atticus Facebook Page.
My tears began to flow again today with the sight of a touching photo of Will gazing out over a lake, and with the reading of the latest blog post from The Adventures of Tom & Atticus. It seems that Will may be joining Kruger soon enough.
I have Kruger’s identification tag from his collar tucked away for safekeeping until Christmas time. When we decorate the tree, we will think of sweet old Kruger when we attach his tag to his photo ornament. His smiling face peering out from the tree will bring back the happy memories of his time with us, not the sorrow of his passing. Reading Tom Ryan’s blog post and seeing that touching photo of Will on the lakeshore, my tears were intertwined with the joyful reminder of how Will and Kruger, two old souls, found new hope during their last years of life.
Kruger, when you see Will crossing that Rainbow Bridge, welcome him with a wag and one of your best happy grins. Just like you did, Will has shown us that advanced age is no barrier to learning to love and to being loved.
While I have quoted the words of Anatole France before, they are worth repeating again:
Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
And for those of us who have opened our hearts to an “older” animal, we have learned that a special part of our soul is reserved for them.