By Naomi Hersh Clackum, July 16, 1988
(More bits and pieces of mom’s writing found while going through her things)
Though some would say you are only a dog, you are more, and so I speak on your behalf.
You came to us as a pup and in the nine short years that you lived, you gave us your life. I can still see you now, running through the woods; your grace and beauty as you conquered the wind, was magnificent.
Your gentleness with those you loved went beyond description, and in those shepherd’s eyes was a reflection of trust and loyalty that I’ve never known before.
You were always there when I was sad, offering that paw and an understanding way that only you could have.
Though illness struck you down in your prime, still you came to us even when your legs would not hold you up anymore.
This morning they put you down and part of my life went with you. Who could ever replace such a loyal companion? Surely I would not try. My memories of you will keep you alive as your spirit is now. And I will always see you running with the wind.
Release The Clackum! 
That was lovely Jess.
Thank you so much for posting & sharing it. At times when I read the things that you or your mother have written it feels like I am reading a script from my very own life. So similar in many many of the ways…
yet different. 🙂
I am so thankful to have your love & friendship.
Like you, I too miss your sweet mother.
Take care dear & know that you are loved, though of, & appreciated always.
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That was lovely Jess.
Thank you so much for posting & sharing it. At times when I read the things that you or your mother have written it feels like I am reading a script from my very own life. So similar in many many of the ways…
yet different. 🙂
I am so thankful to have your love & friendship.
Like you, I too miss your sweet mother.
Take care dear & know that you are loved, thought of, & appreciated always.
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