She was only small but with boundless energy always
searching always on the move. Not for her the quiet life or the way of the couch.
She fitted into it everything that was within her capabilities.
She never really got on with others of her kind especially
other females, aggressive and aloof she was straight at them with no looking
back. For that reason she was in many fights and became scarred and a bit
battered over the years; it added to her attractiveness.
She was no Queen or celebrity!
No queen or celebrity she was happy to be a mother of many
and a companion to few. Loyal to a fault she never gave up on those who she
thought were her own. To the last day she was doing her bit for her tribe.
The father of her offspring was an indifferent lad, pretty
but soft. She gave the hardness and resolve to a successful pairing one that
produced beautiful children now scattered across the land. They bring their own
special joy and benefits to those who know them.
What makes a Life?
I thought as she lay there panting, gasping, for breath as the last winds of
life escaped her mouth. Her eyes sightless still following me, her body
responded as I consoled and stroked her. She seemed to hear my words and become
calm as I said the usual underwhelming platitudes.
Nietzsche
holds that the good life
is one that we affirm by living fully and with gusto. She did that to the best
of her abilities. And now she is gone just a memory to the few who cared.
Another
definition of a good life is one who made a positive impact on those around them.
This she certainly did, she brought a sense of joy and happiness to those
around her.
Another
may be that she did everything to the best of her abilities. Yes she
did that, mother, protector, hunter, companion, friend, and dog.
Reenee a good life deserves a peaceful death-it was.
Reenee GraveIf only we could reach our full potential as you did!
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