She is also a much-loved friend.
I was saddened beyond words to learn that her beloved dog Atole died earlier this week.
Atole was a one year-old Mexican-street-dog when she adopted Lisa fourteen years ago, while she was in the Mexican town of San Miguel. Lisa brought Atole back to the States with her, and they had been inseparable ever since.
When she came to stay with me last month, days before Christmas, she came with Atole in attendance.
A sweeter dog you couldn’t find, not that our cat Zoe saw it that way. I was distressed when she flew at him like a raging witch and drew blood from her left eye.
I KNOW that Andrew would have severely reprimanded her for what he would have called “uncouth behavior.”
Dear Atole, I didn’t know you very long, but you conquered my heart as soon as you walked through my door.
Your whole being radiated love, compassion, understanding, tenderness, patience, generosity and kindness.
How could one hope for, or ask for a better friend than you, Dear Atole?
I grieve for my friend Lisa today. As for you Atole, I know that my Andrew is ready to be your friend in heaven.
Esmeralda, Andrew’s Mummy and Friend to Lisa and Atole
From Lisa to Atole
This week my beloved friend and ally of fourteen years, Atole passed away.
Such a beautiful, loving angel spirit she was and is. I am so grateful for the deep blessing of having lived by her side for so long.
She was an incredible ally and friend and support and teacher and inspiration to me and she will be dearly missed!
I pray for her peaceful and BRIGHT transition on this portion of her soul’s journey.
Thank you Atole.
And I pray for acceptance. The acceptance of loss and its place in life. And acceptance of every part of this experience, each emotion, every thought, each tear and each smile.