A grand and prosperous New Year to all!
Strange to come on and read poetry of death.
Death of an old year, death of an old dog.
I spent yesterday nursing my old dog into a new dog realm of meaty bones and soft dirt. I think, somewhere, someone said- if someone dies between Christmas and New Year the soul goes straight to heaven. If so 'Jade' my old dog is dancing with the gods or is it the dogs?

On with the celebration! I'm heading out to cocktail in the 2nd day of the New Year!

Peace.
Rustic