Longo's Luna De San Jose
Major Pointed
CH WYSIWYG'S HULLABALOO
X
CH LONGO'S BROWN SUGAR
LUNA AND JACK
IN MEMORIAM
3-3-05 TO 8-7-07
Sometimes... if I'm very still, I can feel her
not with my fingers
that used to weave their way through her fur
but with my heart

Sometimes... when it's quiet, I can see her
not with my eyes
that used to shine with joy at the sight of her face
but in those special places nestled inside.

Sometimes, when I'm high on the mountain, I can hear her
not with my ears
that used to capture the happy sounds she made
but from echoes in my memory.

And sometimes... the lonely times... I feel a terrible sorrow
not in my mind...
that cried out in anguish when she left
but from a pain nurtured deep in my soul.

Sometimes....only sometimes.....that sadness can be hard to bear
so I climb high on the mountain and stand... the cool wind in my hair
and remember . . .  how it was
and I feel a fierce kind of joy.....knowing....that once upon a time.....
for a little while..... I had it all.

Sometimes....... it is enough.

Oh, how I miss you, my friend, my Luna
March 30, 2005 - August 7, 2007
Keep your nose to the wind, my girl
I'll see you again some day