“At the end of my life, with just one breath left,
if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.”


There is no such thing as an easy goodbye, even when one knows that it is time. We have had a quiet week at the ranch; reflecting on all of the beautiful memories, and mourning the loss of one of our dearest friends, Moonlight.


He came to us out of the darkness, one quiet moonlit night, our beautiful old Shepherd.  He moved into the ranch with the easy grace of a lion, and completely of his own accord became protector of the horses and warden of the pasture… always keeping a watchful eye over us all.


I see him there still, in the pasture, lying in the cool leafy shade.


“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails
and the moon walks.”
J.R.R Tolkien