there can be few sadder sites than to stand helpless and watch your beloved dog have a seizure
to watch his uncontrollable flayling and the frothy foam and say gently from the corner of the yard, Macadew you can do this, we love you
to pray…to hope…to wish that the first time, it had just been the bad milk…but knowing now, it probably wasn’t.
and what to do with that…we hope that the medicine will control what nature is willfully allowing and to love with pure abandon
the big brown doe eyes…the leaps and bounds…the power in the gazelle…the boundless majesty
Macadew…between now and then, everyday a treasure…may there be many
-soulful living – side by side with the power of nature